I've been working too hard lately and I know it. It's nice to have money. I wish, though, I could have more time to write... and to twibble around on the Internet.
No idea what "twibble" really means.
I like my jobs, though. The second one is the best. Lots of weird, interesting people. Kind of like a newsroom. I feel right at home -- and appreciated.
The first job -- in daily order, at least -- is a little more jarring, in a capitalist sort of way. But good for cash.
The third I never go to anymore. That's a story for another time... or another blog.
The fourth is writing. I do it when I can. Like, I'm writing right now. And what I want to write about, I can't even explain.
It's about this guy, and this song, and I don't know. I'm just dreaming of leopard skin.
God help me.
