| | I've been home more lately. The details are boring. Weak economy, budget cuts, etc. Other, more qualified writers lost their jobs as well. Hello, GM and Chrysler. Is this seat taken?
So I've been spending more time in pajama pants. I handle both drop-offs and pick-ups now. And the hours between drop-off and pick-up, my God, they fly faster than a peregrine falcon, which, according to the science trivia book that I read in third grade, is really really fast. Writing a kickass TV pilot is gonna take longer than expected.
You would think I'd have more time and attention for Baby Girl now, but it hasn't been that way. The days fill up somehow. With a whole lot of crap. Dealing with the broken dishwasher, the incompetent plumber... Monster and Hotjobs and other online job hunting... my dreaded legal resume... unemployment applications, benefits paperwork... Christmas and vacation crap... prepping for meetings... watching TV, which I can rationalize as job research but can quickly become vegging out... contemplating trying out some of the drugs that all the other writers take... working out too hard... enjoying my single-serve coffeemaker way too much...
Baby Girl still thinks Daddy goes to work while she's in school. Probably best to let her keep thinking that.
Feels like I jumped from a moving car. The past couple of weeks, I've been tumbling and rolling and flickering like a cigarette dropped out the window. Finally came to a full stop. Dusted the ashes off. And now I'm walking again. But I'm used to the ground underneath me moving a whole lot faster, toward happy places that now seem harder to reach.
I should snap out of it. I've got this adorable toddler and this crazy beautiful wife. Am I using "crazy" as an adjective or an adverb? Let's go with adverb, meaning "very."
Walking's not so bad. Right? Right. There's good stuff along the way. Crazy good stuff.
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| | Posted 12/17/2008 11:27 PM - 20 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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