Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But I'm having unexpected trouble wrapping my brain around it.
You've lost your plausible deniability!
Three months ago when I was banging and battering my way to the end of the book, I stopped at a bar on Haight Street. I walked into the Gold Cane and Jason, the bartender, and I struck up a conversation. When he found out I was writing a book about Tom Waits he said, "That is the coolest fucking job in the world." Which was a very timely and necessary reminder for me that, yes, it was a privilege to be able to write a book about a musician I admired and have complete freedom in doing it.
So, last night I had severe moving anxiety dreams--finding a new place, packing, moving day, then realizing on moving day that I didn't actually have anywhere to move to.
What's that all about?
What's that all about?
You accidentally got my dreams? I know I had some, but I don't remember what they were...
Ok. Well, I'll forgive you for sharing in this way, but just this once.
Gah. Heavy gronk. Just woke up from unsatisfying sleep dep snooze of around 10 hours.
Andi and I have today off, and we have to find a car.
Andi is back to sleeping after being rightly praised for her wiseness by y'all.
We shall catch up with nappage and find a car, yes we will.
Now? Meds. Pills and needles to feed my diabetes demon. blecch. Stoopid demon.
Hrm. I don't know how early is too early to start calling people about apartments. Like, if it looks like a "call the managers" and is an office number, I figure 9AM is OK (and if they dont' answer maybe there's a machine). But if it looks like some guy's number? Or if it says "We'll be showing the place on Saturday, just come by and buzz #204"?? How early is too early? I figure I'll go get some coffee and walk over to the "just buzz" one.
They might even have a note on the door, meara.
ION: I paid $2.52/gallon for gas last night. That's more than a 50 cent price drop from a month ago when we were inexplicably higher than most of the country. Wacky.
On the subject of dreams, here's a tattered fragment of dialogue that I snatched from last night's dream as I was surfacing into wakefulness:
"Naked pingpong! The sport of kings!"
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....nope, I got nothin'. My subconscious, she is a strange beast.
"Naked pingpong! The sport of kings!"
Ow. Laughing that much hurts.
Which should I read today, The Big Sleep or the new Daniel Silva book? I've been getting more and more irritated with Daniel Silva's books lately, but I want to know what happens next. I started The Big Sleep, and I like it so far, but I think it might require more concentration than I have today.
Good luck car hunting, DCJ and WS!
Almost all of my jobs have had something I loved about them and something I hated about them. I loved being a reporter for a daily newspaper. It's an oddly low-stress job, because one the paper comes out, it's all over and you start anew on the next story. On the other hand, the guy at the next desk spouted nearly constant verbal sexual harrassment, and we knew the women reporters were paid less than the men. I loved being a student publications advisor. I might have been happy doing that forever, but the money was terrible and the professional respect nil. Working with the students was great though. A number of them are still friends of mine, all these years later.
