Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator

You think you're funny, ChickWagon, but you're not

Well, my engine light went off again, disappearing as mysteriously as it appeared. It was just toying with me. It was having a laugh at my expense. Your day will come, engine light! There will be a reckoning for you! Light!

In other news, I finished off a couple of freelance gigs last night, freeing me up to visit my super-swell gal this weekend without any deadlines floating over my head. Also, I picked up a lead on what might be my most rewarding freelance gig yet, artistically and financially, so keep your various free danglers crossed for me, kids.

Out I go to brave the crazy-ass winter storm that appeared out of nowhere last night. We may end up with the most snow since the late '90s by the time the weekend arrives; luckily, I'll be in the hospitable tropical surroundings of St. Paul by Friday.

Memo to my head: any time you'd like to stop producing several metric tons of mucus an hour would work well with my schedule.
Tags: diary

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