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”

3 Responses to A day in the life

  1. Pratt :

    wooohooo for the happy dance.

  2. Anonymous :

    Just make sure those drapes are drawn when you do the happy dance, unless that’s your thing. 😀


  3. Dawn :

    The drapes can stay open. Although, the drapes don’t match the carpet, but since when is that a bad thing? 😉