I guess I'm a little worried. SURPRISE SURPRISE, eh?
But here's the thing(s):
1. I think I landed one of those online tutoring jobs. I found one that doesn't ask me to compromise my impeccable morals and that is also willing to pay me shit money for lots of time consuming work.
The difficulty is in the benefit, of course. I'd be working from home. HOW SWEET! But, not so much, also. I think it means I'll be staying up to the wee hours of the night reading essays so that I'm not accidentally writing things like "MOMMY SAYS NO MORE JUICE AFTER 6PM FOR THE LAST TIME." Or "DEAR GOD, WHAT DID YOU EAT?" Or other really sweet and tender things that make me look like an amazing, caring mother.
Boiling this all down to something cohesive, this ultimately means less time for YOU...and, well, ME. Also, being tired. I hate nothing more in the work than wanting to sleep while someone or something is telling you NO, MA'AM. (<--Nope, not Southern. Not sure where that came from.) 2. My new blog is supposed to launch today. And pretty much by making that statement, I'm guaranteed to become a star. Because only famous and important people LAUNCH things. Aside from astronauts....and the people in charge of missiles and stuff. But everyone knows those people are mostly make-believe. But the timing is perfect because I need a hair cut pretty desperately. It's been almost a full year. Which, typed out, makes me feel like a skank of some sort (minus the sexual innuendo). But my point is, now that I'm a star, my hair should pretty much catch up to my status, right? I'll be all, "Hairdresser, really, my hair is impossible. It's frizzy but also limp. Doesn't hold a curl. Kind of knotty...though, I don't always believe in brushes..." And she'll be all, "But DARLING, you're a STAR now! You're hair is MAGICAL!" *TING*
(By the way, that button on the sidebar will lead you to my blog later today--I hope--that's when it's supposed to LAUNCH. *TING* But really, again, back to my point...LESS TIME FOR
3. I've got this non-cold, non-allergy thing lingering, and it's been like a week now. I'm not quite sick, but I feel sick. So does that mean it's an allergy? I don't really have allergies. Anyway, the other day when I took my son to his pediatrican, the man actually told me to refer to WebMD, so I pretty much took that as justification for all my past and future online medical searches. And guess what?! BRAIN TUMOR. Heh.
But enough about me. How are YOU doing?!