I would do what I do for free. Or you couldn't pay me enough money in the world to do it. Depends on the day.

I think you're doing pretty well, though. You've already got the first part down.

Thank you, dearheart. It's just that I'm aware enough to know what I *could* do, but I don't have enough time/energy/motivation/skills to get my gothy empire established. For example: I really need to start looking into the details of small-batch manufacturing for clothing.

I'm fortunate, I actually am doing what I love, and would do most of the work I do for free, and I still think that article is full of shit.

If you can make things align, then yes, it is great. I'd rather work 100+ hour weeks in my current career, than 40 hour weeks at most other jobs, but I've also been unnaturally fortunate in being able to turn this into a career.

Oh, peaches! I need to get peaches for canning. But my farmers market also has a bulk canning tomatoes deal on now. So I need to be doing those. Actually, I really just need to hit it or I'm going to be missing the entire canning season. That's one of the things I hate about being gone for the summer.

The whole premise is stupid anyway, since free doesn't pay the rent. So even if you would do something for free, who the fuck cares? You still need to pay the rent/mortgage and eat.

Poking my lurky head in to add for zuisa - headbands, scarves, ribbons, clips, cute barrettes. You can change the shape of what the hair is doing, plus give the eye (others' or your own in the mirror) another focus aside from the troublesome haircut.

And of course, run, don't walk from a stylist that makes you feel bad about yourself in ANY way, let alone multiple ways. What an ass.

What would you do for free?

Drink beer and eat food and tell people about it.

Well you must find out what it is and quit your job so you can do it. You will enjoy your work much more and will become an expert in your field.

I'm on it! Except for the part that's ludicrously bullshit.

I read a post today by some douche who said that the poor stay poor due to depravity. PICK YOURSELF UP BY YOUR BOOTSTRAPS.

I can't work out where the company picnic is. I mean, there's a location on the invite, and I've googled the exact text, and it comes up three times on the entire internets, in PDFs about the city--but they don't say where it is.

I am missing something incredibly obvious.

I am also having a massive headache. I really don't think I'm up for this.

Timelies all!

Fruit: I had an apple with lunch, and had a small handful of trail mix that was mainly raisins.

I wish I knew what the hell I did to my left knee that is making it hurt everytime I get up or sit down or move it a bit. It's not swollen. Feels almost like it's bruised deep down. Ugh. I'll just keep taking Advil until it feels better.