productivity!

i

feel

productive!

what an amazing feeling. so rare that i actually have something to do here besides edit copy and perfect my "no, really, i'm working" demeanor. another rush job at work, 48 hours to assemble a brand new site for a client. we done bitched that monkey up. should be ready to go by tomorrow morning, with twelve whole hours to spare. a project that's been in the works six weeks gets unleashed upon an unsuspecting public today, guaranteed to tie up the server for a couple of hours. it's going to be beautiful. AND, last night, i created poster one of a series of three that i'm going to be using to publicize my show on the 16th.

i'm not fucking around here, people. i'm going to make this work if it bloody kills me.

in other news...

item! there was quite a little fracas in my apartment last night. it seems that the roommate encountered an insect roughly the size of his head. this is what i managed to gather from his hyperventilated yelps between jumps around the living room. poor monkey. he triumphed over said arthropod (arthropod?), but was so shaken by the experience that he required an infusion of tequila before he could stop shaking. if i hadn't been so concerned that he was going to absolutely bust a gasket, it would have been kind of amusing. i'm going straight to hell.

item! looks like i'm going to be in someone's short film.

item! the world is a beautiful place when your gym clothes are fresh and clean. your underwear, too.

item! i wonder...is it too late to become a secret agent?