Yeah okay cheap way to get attention. Sorry. But I mean, honestly, if millions of guys think a pill is going to make their "main weapon" larger, is it any wonder we have the kind of politics we have? People believe ANYthing if you say it enough times. And I mean ANYbody. And what would be the "minor weapon" anyway, btw???
OK this is my zen moment...
I have to stop singing at the top of my voice when I have my iPod going and I'm making myself dinner with the windows open. I also have to stop yelling angrily at people who aren't there. Breathe.
I'll eventually get paid. I'll eventually get paid. I'll eventually get paid.
Yesterday because I'm a little ticked off at my boss I called him on his cell phone at 5 in the morning and woke him up to tell him I won't be in. It's not as drastic as it sounds because he has to know if I won't be there to open up the shop. But I did enjoy waking him up. And I will eventually get a paycheck this month. I keep saying.
(I just wrote down and deleted exactly what is going on. Zen. Zen. Zen.)
I spent the morning yesterday burning toaster waffles, snoozing off and on in front of the Science Channel, and rewriting the first 4000 words of the book with no name (even though it has one). Probably the concluding 30,000 words get changed too now. Then it was lunch time. So I had a sandwich and dozed off for another siesta. Then I got up and did another 1000 words. Now I'm all, yeah, the concluding 29,000 need to be fixed and realigned. So we're doing another rewrite. Nothing major, just changing the whole direction of the entire story.
Don't worry. This is how I roll.
I spent the major part of the late afternoon sending out my resumé to a handful of places who won't call me back. I've seen this act before. By the way, if you're looking, Homeland Security is always hiring. You see me as a border guard type?
"Yeah come on in, somebody around here needs to be willing to work for a living..."
Probably not huh?
MrsRW comes back tomorrow after being gone for two weeks. Okay I can stop talking out loud to myself now (scrawls mental note).
Saturday we're going to Top Chef season 4 winner Stephanie Izard's new restaurant in the city. We had to make reservations a month and a half ago. MrsRW probably won't like it because it looks a bit nontraditional, but they encourage picture taking and food porn and on a good day Stephanie will visit for a picture. It's upscale but is very informal.
You can see for yourself.
I won't be a good judge because I'm totally smitten, but you can expect a report back next week.
Enlargement pills. Give me a break.