Okay, so it's been a few days. I get that. I was busy, I was working I was writing and at one point, I even slept. Want a recap? I could use one myself. Here:
Thursday: Worked on an article for the magazine in the morning. Skied with the cutest little kid you've ever seen in your whole life in the afternoon. Worked on the article again all the way till midnight. Passed out.
Friday: Worked on the article from 6am till I left for work at 8am. Worked till 5:30. Enjoyed a well deserved mini break and then came home. Had dinner. Unwrapped new phone (I mentioned the broken cell phone charger, and thus broken cell phone, earlier didn't I?) from ebay. Dealt with family issues. Passed out.
Saturday: Got up, got pissed off and ate a peanut butter sandwich which walking to work because I was running late. Sold shoes. Lots of them. I was even friendly and cheerful (sort of). Came home. Returned emails, ate dinner and realized that it was in fact Saturday night.
And now I'm sitting here, wanting to put so much stuff out here. It's been an intense few days. Lots of work. Lots of stuff. Lots of ghosts walking around. I almost feel I should just pop it all into bullet points and call it good, but that's cheap, right? Whatever. Did I mention being pissed?
Song of the Day: Turpentine by Brandi Carlile