Here comes the shitstorm of media. The honeymoon we've enjoyed for the past couple of years is about to end. I've got to take the 11:00pm story off my dvr and put it on a video for more analysis tomorrow, and I bet our phone is ringing tomorrow.
I can't say I'm not energized by it, and I might even call it fun. (Thank God my seasonal assistant started this week, because I feel like I'm going backward already with meetings. And my office is still a disaster, and I haven't even made a decent 'to-do' list for 2009.)
Last night as I was checking my friends view in the middle of the night (afther working until 7:30pm and falling asleep on the couch after 'dinner'), it occurred to me that there is no way to keep up with life, with everything expected of us in this day and age. How can we keep our laundry done, our offices organized, our friendships and love affairs (both on line and in town) rich, our bodies in shape, our souls introspective, our dvds organized, our beds made and our damn novels (and fanfic challenges) done, to name just a few . . . Which is partly why I'm about to invest in my Wi-Max internet coverage from Clear. We had a sponsorship meeting with them today, and if I had remembered my laptop, I would have signed up on the spot.
So, I bought a PowerBall ticket today. I consider it cheap entertainment, actually. Charlie says it didn't go, so I can fantasize about being a multi-millionaire for another few days, one who has the list above totally aced.