Cools Jets

Advertising *kinda* looks like this. But this is Friday, and like 7 PM at that. But please do believe me telling you that there are awesome collared shirt wearing, square jawed and unshaven swaggery pirates at every turn. Plus dames. Plenty of dames.

Daily. My job: ignore these things. Adhere to Best Practices.

None of these pirates would pass relationship QA - and it's not like I expect them to but sometimes it's easy to forget.

Oh well. That's just one of a million distractions.

Finally tonight I get to rest. We sent the document, and now it's all about The Waiting Period. We cool our jets and wait to hear what lives and what dies.

There is this tummy connection I have to what we've made. At this point it needs severed, until I know what I actually get to care for just a little while longer.

Oh me.

I'm not saving lives. I'm inconsequential.

But bless your heart, you still come here.

This is what work looked like this weekend. Truly, I'm blessed:



Once upon a time I told you a story about how Guru from Gangstarr got me more blunted than I'd ever been in my life. That was ages ago. Lifetimes. Still tonight, I am praying for him.