A day in the life
I am liking this freelance gig.
So I got up early, spent four hours getting my car fixed, came home for lunch, went to the post office, met Angie for a cigarette/chat session at the mall, got an eye exam (and bought some new trendy BeBe frames), made dinner and now, at 6:30 p.m., am ready to start working.
And the cool thing is that I can work well into the night, which I always did before but AFTER a full workday. Not anymore, friends. My workday starts and ends when I want it (or need it) to.
It’s the little things that make me do a happy dance, ya know?
On iTunes: Sixpence None the Richer, “Don’t Dream, It’s Over”
September 14th, 2004 at
wooohooo for the happy dance.
September 14th, 2004 at
Just make sure those drapes are drawn when you do the happy dance, unless that’s your thing.
Ted
September 15th, 2004 at
The drapes can stay open. Although, the drapes don’t match the carpet, but since when is that a bad thing?