Squirrely Day

September 7, 2006 at 2:00 pm Leave a comment

I’m fairly certain that I am definately going nuts, this squirrel has been hanging around me all day.

I’m glad this week is nearly over, it’s been chock full of bad news of one kind or another. Nothing desperate, just these little annoyances, one on top of the other until you want to gouge your own eyes out. It rained on a holiday, the paper lost two of my stories, my editor won’t answer my e-mail, my computer is dieing, my internet connection is screwed up. Isobelle will not leave the beads on the chandelier in my dressing room alone, they are now scattered all around upstairs guaranteeing that I will step on at least one anytime I have to run to the loo in the middle of the night.

We’ve been talking lately about whether the building I work in is making people sick. I would say it was even if it wasn’t… but it’s funny how everyone who works here, regardless of their excellent health in the past, just starts falling to pieces. Headaches, flu, and allergy attacks seem to be the biggest complaints, followed by bronchitis. The building was constructed in 1930, it has flooded twice, once in 1950 and most recently in 2004. There’s probably some creepy mold mutating and growing in the walls of this old place.

Speech number one tonight… artists. I will be a hero or a goat depending on whether they are open to hearing about a new way of doing things, or totally closed minded.


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