Hump Day Madness

What a weird day. Everything seemed to start out okay; it went along just fine, and then ended with a bang.

At least I have business closing between now and the 10th of January. That's going to help. I was reading an email that I received today, which postulated "why DO you need investors?" Well, why do I?

I don't think that, necessarily, I do.

A day without Lisa ... is a day without having your ass kicked to a new plane.

Lunch with Kurtis, his mother has a brain tumor AND lung cancer. He's either very well adjusted to the concept, or he's even better at concealing his feelings than I've known him to be over the last 24 years, and that's pretty damned impressive. He'll be spending more and more of his time here over the next couple of weeks. It was nice to see him at least. While at lunch with him, the guy from the VW store called; the PERFECT perfect Phaeton is still available for sale. He found the one I saw online in Austin, and we talked about it. He's a nice guy, and very excited. I can hear in his voice that he knows that this is going to happen.

The next two days - two and a half days - should be VERY interesting. Most of my friends, live or memorex, will be gone. I have all that time to focus on .. well, whatever. Cleaning? I don't think that's really needed. More organizing? I have to work on my business website, and see about getting some brochures published in advance of tax season. I also need to order more business cards. Perhaps I should make a list, and check it twice. I have the possibility of outlining some more mortgage courses, I suppose. I've been putting that off, and that would be an outstanding Christmas gift to myself.

I submitted a number of writing job bids online today; I'm expecting to get hired for at least two of them for some reason. That will make January both busy and financially even happier.

My Chinese fortune cookie today at lunch with Kurtis said "do something unusual tomorrow." That would be .. Thursday. So, what? I've done enough crazy shit before to make headlines. Date a woman? Done that, but it would be quite unusual. Meditate all day? Now THAT would be unusual. Perhaps after I fax off my mortgage file updates in the morning, I could do that. All day. Hm. Journal, meditate, tap, journal, meditate, tap.

I don't know why I've been such a night owl lately. It usually goes hand in hand with the blood sugar thing. I'm just wide awake, and not tired to speak of, but during the day, I'm dragging ass, big time.

Watched another crapola movie tonight. This was with Dennis Quaid, airplane crashes in desert, stranded survivors piece together smaller plane-lette from crashed airplane. Bad acting, bad script, bad, bad, bad. Cool special effects. Wildly unbelieveable airplane crash sequence. Mikey kept telling me to cut it off.

It's December, and my air conditioner is running at 01:00 a.m. It hasn't run all day, though, I don't think. This is the time of year when the air is so stale inside that it hardly moves. I opened the windows today, which was nice.

Talked to Chuck tonight for a while; he seems to have been offered a job back in Houston doing what he does best for a downtown firm at a decent rate of pay. That's really great. He's not going to be home in time for Christmas, and it looks as if he's not going to be in time to work with me on Fabulair either.

Why should I be surprised that I'm on my own vis a vis Fabulair, huh? I have to give that line of thinking up. I've now asked TWO different friends to work on the calendar, and given them a pay rate, and asked them to track their hours - and .. drum roll, please .. NOTHING. Perhaps I'll just need to start doing THAT too.

How does anything get done in this country? I guess if you can't put the fear of withholding wages from someone, that results in a fear of being homeless, toothless and alone, they won't do a damned thing.

If I could figure out a way that someone could meet cute guys and randomly get LAID researching my calendar for me, I'm sure it would be populated out the wazoo by now.

Just stupid.

Okay, it's almost that time. I guess I'll pry the contacts out, shut down, push this content out and hit the sack.