After prepping for an uber Month/Year-End hell, (which will be my first day back to work on the 3rd), I ordered a hot dog: delivered, and spent money I don’t have right now to repurchase Debbie Reynolds films I hadn’t updgraded yet to DVD.
…It is a necessity.
…So has been the (thus far) 6-film fest-binge. Which will continue. She was one of the closest of the family who raised me to do the things I do with the work ethic that I do ’em.
She’ll always be a necessity for me.
(..Am still kind of perplexed about the hot dog bit, though. I think maybe it’s some kind of strange kiddom regression…)
Anyway. It was a damn good hot dog.
…In other news: the office is ready to purge out 2016, like a bad hangover…which is a lot like these past few weeks have felt for me. I truly want nothing more than to see this last chunk of time disappear in a loud gulping flush of awful, to the sewer where it belongs. And if people I love could stop dieing for five fucking seconds, I might even fit in a thought towards non-shitty aspirations for the New Year.
…I expect it to at least start well, standing under an explosion of fireworks from the Space Needle with m’bud, and still holding out hope that one of these last two callbacks will lead to a new show and positive focus, directly after.
…It won’t be from lack of trying.
And maybe THAT will be the new mantra of 2017.
…I’ve had worse.
Meanwhile, there are those summer shorts I need to fit into 6 months from now, so these long freezing-ass, rainey walks will continue. (Which I’ve grown to despise, even though I know they are really good for me right now.) And I’ve a lot of film therapy coming my way.
…So, there’s that.
…And only two more hours to the work day.
Even you could do that.
…So let’s count it down together…
~D
