I have been working balls to the wall for the last couple of weeks and now I've finished all my projects and I'm just waiting for the new ones to roll in. I'm all paranoid that I should be doing something and there's nothing for me to do. I mean, I can always find work, but there is nothing due today. Which is a ginormous change from the last six days; I've been staring down the barrel of a loaded deadline everyday for the past week and a half and now, nothing.
Bella Voce rehearsal started up last night. Or, at least - I think it did. I don't know. I was on the phone with William, aka: Bane of My Existance, for a good 45 minutes (cumulatively). 45 minutes out of a two hour rehearsal is a ridiculous precentage to be wasting. I talk a LOT of smack about Will - I like the guy, he's just getting on my last dick nerve. I got off the phone with him at 9 fucking o'clock lat night, as I was driving home from the Eldo. I went over to say hi, I miss my Eldo peeps sometimes. SOMETIMES. I miss the peeps, NOT the job. The job can suck my dick. (Apparently, not only am I a horse this week, I'm male. Great, now I'm thinking about horse penis)
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I know how it is with the "balls to the wall" comment, I'm in that mode still with no sight of easing up.
You should think of things for us to ask Lando in the new blog project I'm forcing upon my household (see my blog for details). :p
I'm about to be "balls to the wall" until the end of Feb. I have a huge project coming in that'll be keeping me busy till midnight, every night.
We should make every post we make on the forum have "balls to the wall" in it tomorrow.
Deal! Crap, I'll have to go back and edit a few.
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