It's been over a week since my last entry.
Not a lot has happened.
I got a flu bug that was going around up here, a prequal, I suspect to the pre-Christmas Crud that always strikes Anchorage. Thank God I don't have kids. The schools up here are just breeding grounds for disease.
Been trying to take a break from the 'serious' writing, and loosen up the ol' psychic muscles by working on some other stuff. So far, it's been no fun. I'm just locked down.
Still looking for something part-time, but so far no luck there either. The stuff that's posted is either something I don't want to do or doesn't pay enough to make it worth my while. I mean, seriously, if I wanted to make minimum wage I'd get a job at McDonald's.
Had some folks come by and take a look at the condo yesterday. I made myself absent, but I don't know why I bothered. This time of the year, all I'm going to get are looky-loos. I'm thinking about just taking it off the market until things warm up, but by the time that happens, I'll be ready to dump the place on the bank and just walk away.
Eh.
I dunno.
I'm in a funky mood.
In other news, I was invited to Las Vegas this weekend for some friends wedding. Kurt and Amanda, from back in VA, were renewing their vows and I got an e-mailed invitation to attend. I haven't heard from those guys in years, so that was nice. But, since I got it late, I couldn't score a decent airfare so here I sit, typing this.
And next week is Thanksgiving and then there's Christmas and New Years and then the Birthday.
Man, time is really flying now.
Still alive. - G.