I have been writing all day. So…I kind of don’t want to be here. I know! That’s worrisome. I ALWAYS want to be here, my little gumdrops. But I started my freelance job at 9am this morning, and with only a couple of tiny breaks, for food and Dad-chatting and a little emailing, I wrote like a MANIAC today. So, let’s say I wrote for about 8 straight hours today, if we take out about an hour for screwing around. That is a lot of writing. And it wasn’t FUN writing like THIS is. It was WORK writing. Yes, yes, I got to do it on my COUCH with my CAT all curled up next to me, so that’s nice, but still, that’s a lot of writing, yo. And I’m not sure if it’s…um…any good? So I sent it over for feedback today and now I have to wait and see. Let’s hope it’s ok. I really don’t want to have to do it again. (And by the way, it was only 1/3 of the freelancing job. 2/3 of it left to go, next week, I think, is the deadline on the rest of it. I assume that’s only if what I did today was ok? Not really sure. It is a FANCY FANCY life I lead, no?)
So this week’s another crazy one in Amy-land. Lots of work. Lots of things to do. Lots of things to think about. Whoo! I’m ready for a break. Anyway, work work work, theater thing, work work work MORE work and sometimes maybe I will sleep a little which will be nice because then I can turn my brain off. It…hasn’t been the best day? I won’t go into detail. Just hasn’t. Got some news, some good, some bad, and although the good was very very good, just like the girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead, the bad was very very bad, ALSO like the girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead, because you know how that goes. Horrid, is how that goes. I don’t…adapt well to U-turns. Today was a U-turn. I think I might have failed that part of the driving test. So, just horrid. Yeah. A day. It has been a day.
Anyway, so there’s that. Let’s attempt to put that in our rearviews, ok? Yeah. Let’s do that. Let’s see, what’s up. Well, today (many days ago, for you) Blog Tour week started over at Insatiable Booksluts! That’s fun! Today (or…yeah, again, many days ago, for you) there’s a giveaway – you can get my book! For free! – and there’s an interview with me! You can find out things like a word I love, and a food item I think is an abomination. Oh, plus poetry stuff, of course. More stuff is upcoming, too! It’s going to be a week FULL of adventures! It’s like vicarious bon vivantery. You know how much I like to bon vivant.
Oh, last night was night of all the television and THE WALKING DEAD is back! And you’d think I’d be SO EXCITED about that! You know I love my zombies. But…eh. I didn’t care as much as I should have. Do you think I’m broken? I found it more entertaining that someone ran into the camera with their face on The Amazing Race than I did with what went down on The Walking Dead last night. I know. I may be broken. In my defense, I was distracted by this thing I was doing so I may not have been paying as much attention as I should have been. But…I don’t know. I didn’t find it as exciting as I have in the past. I guess you see people kill zombies in a gross and repulsive way, you’re over it? I don’t know. I’m at a loss. It seems to still be good. People still seemed to like it a lot. I think it’s just me and I am broken. (But, in Amazing Race news, sj and I are totally the most famous, because after our marathon “discuss The Amazing Race” time on Twitter, TWO OF THE CAST MEMBERS TWEETED US. So I’m pretty sure we win Twitter, right? What’s that? That doesn’t mean we win Twitter? Oh, I think it does, Naysayer Nellie. My mom was mucho impressed, anyway. And she’s not easy to impress, so therefore, WE WIN TWITTER. Yes, yes, she was ALSO impressed when Tom Cruise started following me but let’s not talk about that part since he only started following me when I made fun of his scary teeth AND HE STILL HASN’T STOPPED.)
OK, so later this week American Horror Story is back. Am I going to be so filled with malaise about my OTHER most favorite show, or am I going to be excited about it? It’s just an utter mystery, isn’t it? (I’m already a little trepidacious, to be honest. The second season of something that was that good the first time around might be terrible, since they’re completely changing the format. But we’ll see.)
OK. This is short. And I know! I know. You’re all (well, those of you that like such things) so disappointed and “AMY WHAT THE HELL THIS IS NOT WHAT WE PAID FOR.” My brain’s a melty melty thing at the moment and I’ve got nothing more in me and like I said, it’s been a day. I have a thing I have to do soon, and it’s not something I’m looking forward to. And then I’m going to go to bed and I’m hoping it’s like when you can’t fix your computer so you just turn the whole thing off hoping that will fix it. But by the time you read this, things might be all better, who knows. That’s the fun of writing to you from the past.
(Psst: no more freelancing job. It…kind of fell through? No more details I can share. But it’s now in the past. It is an ex-freelancing job and possibly also an ex-parrot. So, I guess that means more time to frig around on the internet and less money in my pocket. Dear today: you’ve been a peach, thanks for adding insult to injury, I adore you so. YOU ARE DEAD TO ME, TODAY.)
Hey, past-Amy, cheer up, buttercup. Love, future-Amy. Ooh, maybe here in the future we have FLYING CARS. I utterly CAN NOT WAIT.