another shitty morning
Oct. 29th, 2002 08:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7still feeling like a warmed-over wad of poo.
i had disturbing dreams-- in one of them, India and Pakistan had nuked each other and all the members of my immediate family had hurried home to be together when the inevitable nuclear escalation began (for some odd reason, Katy was in the States, living here, and drove a Volkswagen Jetta or something, and Fiona drove some Volkswagen car, and I made some comment about how I was the only one who drove a jeep anymore... but i don't drive a jeep, all of my sisters do... sheesh)... that segued into something about Palestine, so I was obviously pretty confused.
I worked myself into such a state yesterday, over those parking tickets and over not being qualified for any jobs anymore (as my brain has turned into mush) that I was still depressed this morning, so much so that I let Zobar go out without a jacket or sweater or even a long-sleeved shirt, and I can see by my little weatherbug taskbar icon that it's 39 degrees outside and not likely to get much over 45.
He got ready early so he sat for fifteen minutes snuggling with me and saying various encouraging things. When he went to leave, I clung to his leg and he skritched my hair for a few moments and I for absolutely no reason began to cry silently. I don't know why. I didn't get any snot on his pants, though, through dint of considerable effort, and stood up and hugged him goodbye, and he said some funny things, and went to work.
That's when I noticed, looking out the window as he got into his car, that he was wearing short sleeves, and coming back into the bedroom I noticed that it was 39. Yyyeah. Cold.
He'll be OK. He's a big boy. And, his car's heater is pretty effective.
But I'm obviously in a ridiculously unstable mood today. Which is rather a handicap when it comes to me just getting the hell on with all the crap I was trying to get on with today.
I'm going to go into the City and sit in Barnes and Noble for several hours and look up the contact information of magazines, and note down their precise topics. After that, I'm going to sit down and think hard about any possible topics I could write on. Then, I'm going to come home and come up with a few pitches for possible stories, and I'm going to type them up, print them out, and send them to the relevant companies.
First I have to angle for relatively small magazines, as I have absolutely no publishing credits. Perhaps simultaneously I could submit some more stuff to online places; while those don't count in the publishing world, maybe they might pay me some paltry sum, and perhaps help me polish my style. At least give me something to do.
But I don't want to write porn...
Well. Maybe if they paid well.
*sigh*
i had disturbing dreams-- in one of them, India and Pakistan had nuked each other and all the members of my immediate family had hurried home to be together when the inevitable nuclear escalation began (for some odd reason, Katy was in the States, living here, and drove a Volkswagen Jetta or something, and Fiona drove some Volkswagen car, and I made some comment about how I was the only one who drove a jeep anymore... but i don't drive a jeep, all of my sisters do... sheesh)... that segued into something about Palestine, so I was obviously pretty confused.
I worked myself into such a state yesterday, over those parking tickets and over not being qualified for any jobs anymore (as my brain has turned into mush) that I was still depressed this morning, so much so that I let Zobar go out without a jacket or sweater or even a long-sleeved shirt, and I can see by my little weatherbug taskbar icon that it's 39 degrees outside and not likely to get much over 45.
He got ready early so he sat for fifteen minutes snuggling with me and saying various encouraging things. When he went to leave, I clung to his leg and he skritched my hair for a few moments and I for absolutely no reason began to cry silently. I don't know why. I didn't get any snot on his pants, though, through dint of considerable effort, and stood up and hugged him goodbye, and he said some funny things, and went to work.
That's when I noticed, looking out the window as he got into his car, that he was wearing short sleeves, and coming back into the bedroom I noticed that it was 39. Yyyeah. Cold.
He'll be OK. He's a big boy. And, his car's heater is pretty effective.
But I'm obviously in a ridiculously unstable mood today. Which is rather a handicap when it comes to me just getting the hell on with all the crap I was trying to get on with today.
I'm going to go into the City and sit in Barnes and Noble for several hours and look up the contact information of magazines, and note down their precise topics. After that, I'm going to sit down and think hard about any possible topics I could write on. Then, I'm going to come home and come up with a few pitches for possible stories, and I'm going to type them up, print them out, and send them to the relevant companies.
First I have to angle for relatively small magazines, as I have absolutely no publishing credits. Perhaps simultaneously I could submit some more stuff to online places; while those don't count in the publishing world, maybe they might pay me some paltry sum, and perhaps help me polish my style. At least give me something to do.
But I don't want to write porn...
Well. Maybe if they paid well.
*sigh*
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If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 10:09 am (UTC)Want me to get you a ticket?
Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 12:20 pm (UTC)i may have to do that.
hang on, i want dave to come too. let me ask him.
...
does he ever check his email at work? dude, he complains that he never does anything at work, and then he never even wastes company time on personal email. come on dude, you're expected to answer personal email on company time!!
Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 12:45 pm (UTC)Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 01:04 pm (UTC)Can you meet me there at 545?
Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 01:18 pm (UTC)Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 01:31 pm (UTC)Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 01:48 pm (UTC)Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
- Z
Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 01:38 pm (UTC)not that this kind of situation arises often...
Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
- Z
Re: If you get this message while you're in the city...
Date: 2002-10-29 01:49 pm (UTC)hmph.