gipsys musings

musings on writing and pop culture

No Time for a Title

Blah, blah, blah? whine, whine, whine? bitch, bitch, bitch.

Ok, I?ve got that out of my system now. I just actually read through my front page, and realized that I completely suck. Outside of the whole Moleskine thing, which I?m doing everything in my power not to purchase 12 of them at once.

Let?s sum up, shall we?

BabyDaddy is still out of work. And that?s a post in and of itself for another time.
I?ve started writing again. Well, I?ve started opening up my doc files and writing a couple paragraphs.
I?m trying to get off my ass and actually plan (I know, fucking scary) out things for my contributions to the Apocalypse Rising track at Dragoncon.
I?m also planning on going to TimeGate, since it is just up the road from me, literally. Google Maps says it?s about 7 miles away, so I?m having a hard time justifying the cost of a hotel room. But it?s a con? I feel the need to have a hotel room.
The PTA ladies really scare me. Again, another full post for another time that I can think outside of an ordered list.
My birthday back on the 18th was good but completely un-blog-worthy. I?m officially old now.
Work is trying to kill me, by handing me way too much to do and I?m still a damned contractor.
I?m working on another design for this blog, but #7 is keeping me from finishing it.

I?m trying to get up the funds and time to be able to head down to the Island sometime at the end of April or beginning of May, but we?ll see.

Remind me again why the hell I moved to Atlanta?