Well, we made it through another week. In this week’s Plus column, I hit and then surpassed my Work Writing target numbers for the week. And still managed to spend the hours I planned for career development – writing pitches, scouring job sites for freelance writing positions, writing cover letters. All that drudgery you never think about when you’re a teenager dreaming about “how awesome it would be to write for a living.”
In the Minus column, my car needs a new clutch, the car insurance is due on an inconvenient date, the rent situation is a horror, and suddenly I have to seriously coddle the laptop I use to watch Hulu, or else it drops my frame rate down to about one frame per second. Last night I swear to you it was like I was watching Josh Gates hunt Sasquatch by strobe light.
Aw forget it. Let’s look at flowers. Can you believe there are still flowers on the hollyhocks in the middle of November?
Oh, and one of the cats vomited on my clock radio such that it still shows the time, but none of the buttons works. I’m thinking of hiring them out to Jack Bauer’s bomb squad.
I daydream about holding a Jerry’s Kids style telethon, except that instead of Jerry’s Kids, it’s Erika’s Car. The car itself would be depicted in cartoon fashion, with a sad but apologetic smile. And maybe a big cartoon bandage wrapped around it, like they did for toothaches in the olden days.
All proceeds will go to replacing the clutch cable. Additional donations will be set aside for The Next Damn Thing That Breaks, Probably The Fuel Pump Because It Makes A Funny Sound If You Turn Left When The Gas Tank Is Less Than Half Full So I Just Always Keep It Full.
In other news, I really do not recommend that you let your fingers get within Harriet’s reach. She’s got the Crazy Peck You In The Face eyes going on there.