This is how it starts. Today is a Nil day, which means that since I woke up until now (7 p.m.) I have done nothing worthwhile. I actually logged more sleeping hours during this day than anything else.
Still, the night is young, and though it will technically encroach on tomorrow I still mark days as the times between long sleeps.
Sent out two versions of the letterhead Dolly wanted. Haven’t heard from her yet, but she usually calls right about now. The rest of the night will be spent completing her portfolio. It’s the eleventh hour, but by my track record that’s the perfect time to do things. I really need to change this eleventh hour stuff. It’s getting to be a habit.
Actually read a newspaper today. Nothing much changed since the last time I read a newspaper over a year ago. Same stuff, really. Shame I’ve been reared on comic books wherein every headline was either an earthshattering discovery of alien life or a picture of a flying guy in spandex doing something violent to the side of a building.
…you know, that last line came out kinkier than I thought. I’m improving.
And I’m just totally blank-expressioned about tomorrow. What a way to enter a new decade of your life, huh?
Nil, unless you count consistently posting to a blog for two days in a row an actual achievement.
Star Trek, TOS, Mudd’s Women (For rich lithium miners, these people sure live like slobs)
Prayer of the Day:
Lord, give us this day our finished flash portfolio… and cheese!