I woke up BY MY OWN DAMN SELF at 7:30 this morning. MOST TRIUMPHANT.
Good thing, too, as I had an early talk at a super crazy posh private school.
I’m in New York all week!
So the unfucking, she is restricted to Brainspace, Work Habits, and Social Skillz. ALL COULD USE SIGNIFICANT SELF-WITCHERY.
The Self Witch arrives on a broom and teaches you DEMONOLOGY. The kind where you OLOGY your OWN DEMONS.
And then she organizes your files.
Anyway, I always feel a little Intrepid Girl Reporter when in New York, because I can HANDLE THE SUBWAYS LIKE WHATEVER and it’s all CITY BIG AND TALL and I have meetings and business lunches like a motherfucking TITAN OF INDUSTRYZ.
I installed a Week Planner app to keep my shit on the up and up for the week. I returned some emails and line edits, but other than that I’m in Out of Town mode, which is sort of a holding pattern of Get Things Done, Sleep, Eat, Move Onto Next Thing. I’m trying to enjoy myself more this trip—that would be a nice thing to unfuck! Actually Enjoy Travel Instead of Being Stressy Fun Ball!
Other than that, well, you know that thing where I’m irrationally afraid that my bank account balance will suddenly be zero point nothing? YEAH IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED.
I’m not going to get into what went tits-up—it’s ok, it went to pay for something that needed paying, we’ve taken care of it; it sucks and is scary but avoidable in the future, it wasn’t my main account, nor so much money that we’re really crazy hurt by it, but damn, MY HEART DID NOT NEED THAT FUCKERY.
So I am in need of AGGRESSIVE CHEERING UP. WE ARE AT DEFCON LIKE 2 OR SOMETHING. IMMINENT WINE EVENT.
Keep on unfucking while I’m gone! I love how so many of us are On This Trip together.
SHANTE WE ALL STAY.