memphis in t minus two days

And it’s sposed to be 18 degrees on Saturday there. I don’t OWN a coat that warm.

In other news, I’ve made the decision to actively pursue escape from cubicle life hell. A bunch more people got laid off today. Michael and I declared a Hooky day today so we weren’t there for the fallout. Tomorrow I’m sure it will still be going on. AND AND Tomorrow is M’s last day!!! Big party. Now not just for him but for everyone who got laid off. What a bitch. But, it may be the best thing that ever happened to them. I sometimes wish I’d get fired. I want to see how many days I can read Fark and play Bookworm eight hours straight. I could really probably do that for years and no one would care. That’s the sad part. Your government dollars at work, people. But I’d go insane. I’m going insane now. Gotta escape.

1. New and existing contacts, I will has them.

2. Business cards

3. Set up an office I can work out of at home. Dining room table doesn’t count. I could use Mojo’s as an office. This has been done by many fine freelancers.

4. QUIT THE CUBE!!! (That may come sooner, like #1.5)

5. Profit. Eventually. Hell I’ll settle for breaking even the first year.

In further news, no cigarettes since I slipped last weekend and I don’t want any. Smell makes me sick now.

AND I’ve worked out every night this week. I discovered a new machine that works out my ass and upper thighs like nobody’s business, and I’m in love with it. More! Harder! Faster! um… why is everyone staring at me?

Haven’t heard back from Chin Music about my book proposal since the guy sent it to the rest of his crew. I also sent five other pieces for review, and one was quite long, so it may be a while.  I am holding out hope. He cannot, however, expect me to write anything of substance during Mardi Gras. Fat Tuesday is in something like 17 days. Everywhere else, it’s just Tuesday! haaahahahaha. It’s worth dodging bullets for 364 days to experience Mardi Gras day. And if you think I’m kidding, come down and see for yourself.

CAN NOT WAAAAIT… I promise a post on Ash Wednesday.  If I’m still alive.