I'm sick. I want a cigarette, my eyeball hurts and I'm dreading friday.
But...
I've been jogging like an insane fool when I'm home and I get a craving that drives me up the wall, so I'm feeling healthier, I can smell, I can taste stuff better, I can breathe and I can run for two hours straight without falling over panting.
Hands off Azwed, she's mine. Then she can decide if she wants a threesome. I'm glad you quit smoking, and that you're jogging. Come be my running partner, I don't have anyone to run with! I'm fine, busy with the munchkins I work with (such lovely little imps), and getting closer to that elusive degree. Art work is coming out of my ears. Go figure. I'll have to put more up on the site, usually it's sold before it hits the scanner. Getting ready to move soon?
I don't have anyone to run with either - and my damn discman broke this morning. I'll cut a deal with you, you come be my running partner one week and then I'll come be yours.
Not quite ready yet. I needed to take care of a bunch of shit here in NY and now that I am almost done, I've been able to start putting money away to move. It's postponed because of that, but I'm on my way now, damnit.
Glad the art is doing well. Webdesign is doing good too. Although all I seem to be working with lately is musicians. Go figure.
Musicians can be fun.... usually they're not quite as tech savvy, though, so I think you've got it made. Okay, I'll fly out there next week, you fly out the week after that.
Actually, if you fly into MT, they're expensive because we don't have competition out here between airlines. When my Nana died a few weeks ago, it was going to cost $2,000 for one person to fly to Chattanooga, round trip. Monk was a hero and arranged to have his flyer miles transferred to my dad's account.