Stir Crazy

Stop complaining, Dick and let Batman be Fabulous.

It's official: I'm going completely stir-crazy without a car. I have no car. Noooo car. None. No driving for me. No freedom of the open road. No road rage.

Sob.

Instead of sulking, I am going to do several things this week, and to keep myself honest, I'll post my list.

• finish up those three sample articles for freelance submission portfolio
• firm up proposal and those eight sample pages and email them to artist in potentia
• pad resume. like woah.
• betray The Stop and hit LCS tonight
• work on that Stephanie Meyer Analysis
• write 15,000 words in that story you've been ignoring in favor of Twitter

So there. Keep me honest, internets.

Oh Balls

It's Day Two and I think it's safe to start speculating as to the whereabouts of the kiddo's cat. Let's all have an: Oh balls moment, shall we, because if something actually happened I'm going to have to explain it to the boy and that will not be an event that goes very well.

This is one of those times I wish that I could board that Lie To Children For Prettier Picture Of Life Train. Alas, I'm an evil, honest parent.

If she doesn't turn up tonight I think it'll be safe to start the Serious Worry on up. She's sort of a bitchy cat (I know, something I own, bitchy? Gasp.) and I hope she didn't get herself into an unfortunate situation with a possum or something.