I think I gave notice at my evil, soul-sucking part-time job today. I’m not really sure I meant to yet; it just sort of happened, almost by accident. It’s probably for the best, but it does add a certain urgency to my quest for a career. Mainly because I probably won’t quite be able to make ends meet until I find some sort of replacement.
The preferred replacement would be a larger chunk of freelance work. Need a website? Need porn stories? Need a bitter and sometimes sarcastic columnist? I’m open to other things, although I think my age and girth have pretty much ruled out prostitution or modeling.
And no, I can’t offer insight on why I’m leaving my current job, because I’m not entirely sure if I’ve left it yet.
Plans for the weekend:
- Eradicate this cold I seem to have caught.
- Entertain Duncan and Rick (arriving Saturday) and maybe convince them that they need a very well-paid houseboy who can cook grits.
- Update Bottles.
- Have sex. Maybe even with another person. Volunteers solicited.
