Marrrrrrrrrrrgaritas

I'm about to go have some. In about 30 minutes. I'm not driving.

This has been the week that wouldn't die. Jaimie and I were talking last night about how monstrous work has become for us lately and how I marvel at her ability to maintain her website, teach an art class, and take on creative projects in her spare time. I think my problem is my utter inability to multitask. One week, I'll eat, think, and breathe nothing but work. The next, I'll resolve not to work so hard and end up pissing away entire days. If you happen to run into Happy Medium, tell him to start returning my phone calls.

I'll get back with you later tonight and report on the margaritas. And I won't use the backspace key. Well, maybe just a little.