2003-02-11 - 12:40 p.m.

Due to the recent bad weather in the 'boro, people have taken to ordering delivery rather than opting for the no-tip-required take-out. This is good for me, because it means I've been busy at work at Wing Zone. It's also good for me because people feel so guilty about me driving food out to their lazy and weather-weary asses that they tip well. On one particularly nasty night last week, I averaged $15/hour including tips and my hourly wage. Not bad for a night's work.

I'm a little pissed off right now because I realized that I have started slipping into disorganization. Too many things going on at once, and not enough of me relying on my schedule book to remember things for me.

What this means in a practical sense is that in a few minutes I'm going to go get dressed, and will then proceed to clean the house. After things are in relatively good order, I will have easy access to the things that I need to keep my life in order (schedule book, etc.) in a convenient location, rather than say, underneath a pile of role-play characters and the laptop carrying case. This is a good idea to me.

Another good idea to me is to try my talent in slash. I've finally read enough of it that I have moved past "intrigued" to "ooh! ooh! me! me!" I'm keeping it a secret though, who my first victims are. They will be revealed at the proper time.

I regret to say, though, that Michael (husband, not boyfriend) (ooh, when I used to say that regularly, I was referring to them the other way aroud... funny how times change) does not support me in my slash writing. I don't know what's wrong with him. But Michael (boyfriend, not husband) (bet you were all wondering when I'd start talking about him again) said that I shouldn't listen to him. My first slash story will be fabulous, and for the gazillionth time, no, he's not gay, it's all a front he put on for the media to hide how broken-hearted he was when I left him for the other Michael.

I've lost the thread of my thoughts. I'm leaving.

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