To be fair to V.VB, whom I challenged to a duel yesterday, I thought I should update with some of my own words and not rely only on the crappy words of some crappy journalist writing crappy news about my favorite cafe ever (the Daily Caffe notwithstanding, rest its soul).
Tonight is the 56th Annual Greenwood-Phinney SEAFAIR Parade! I get to March 20 blocks holding a sign reminding you to cut your dog's balls off so that I won't have to work weekends anymore. That is, representing PAWS. I'm so not in a parade kind of mood, but it's beautiful out, and cool and sunny, so I'll buck up and do my part for the animals. The shelter is very dogist. They treat the employees at Cat City like a collective group of crazy cat ladies. Which many of us are, given. But I sense an underlying hostility there that's palpable. And covered in dog saliva. This is ironic, because it is Cat City who we are representing by marching in the parade since we are the ones located in the Greenwood neighborhood.
My contract at my temp job is up next week, and today I scheduled a meeting with the new incoming VP whose decision it is whether or not to hire me as an actual employee. I did a bangass job of setting up his trip next week, so he'd be a silly fool to deny me. Even if I did a lousy job, he'd be a fool to deny me. After all, I'm ME. Come on. And he's from Boston. Actually, he said Boston, but he meant Brookline, and I said, "OH! Smoke-free, fun-free no-parking Brookline!" Nobody got it but me.
So this 30 updates in 30 days idea was spawned by Steve Pavlina's "Personal Development for Smart People" site, which is fecking incredible, and I've been reading it for a month now, hours a day. I've become an early riser as a result (most days, unless I'm kept awake by a feline having a 2:00 AM petting-emergency) getting up at 5:00 and going to the gym, and then going to Victrola to write Morning Pages. Getting to work at 8:00. It's incredible, and if I can continue this, it will seriously change my life. Because after work, I didn't have to feel guilty or try and convince myself to go to the gym, or do something knowing I should be writing instead. Basically, it rules.
Okay I'm off. I have to head up to Phinney Ridge ... one more time.
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