In spite of my liquor-ish transgressions last evening, I have work to do today. And I think that writing a blog post about nothing in particular is what I need to do to get started. I suppose that the first thing on my agenda this morning afternoon (after this blog post, of course) is to write another blog post. That "professional" shit I was talking about before. I think that if I get enough swear words out of my system here (shitfuck) that I'll be able to create the appropriate content (fuckass) for the work I need to get paid for (goddamn bitchassfuckshit).
Then I will use that swear-free article as part of a writing sample for a portfolio that I will send to another employer who would pay me a lot better if they hired me. Nothing against my current employer, but this part-time stuff ain't paying the bills right now. Anyway, I've never made it a secret that I'm looking for a full-time job that would launch me into the dwindling ranks of America's middle class. I think it would be fun to have health insurance and all that shit. I injure myself sometimes. Plus I think I might have a cavity in one of my molars.
After that, I need to clean up the kitchen. The perpetual disaster that is my kitchen. I plan on making pizza tonight (which always wrecks the kitchen). I picked up some prosciutto at Trader Joe's the other night. That will be delicious on my pizzas. Come over if you want a slice.
And then maybe I can get back to work on that novel. Or memoir. Or a short story, maybe. Or the novella. Or maybe I can drink beer and watch The Simpsons. Whatever works, ya know?
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