lagilman | not ded, just tired -- the freelancing edition

I am so tired, an entire platoon of field mice* could tap dance on my ass and I don't think I'd notice. Yay for overwork and stress and insomnia, all wrapped up in one sweet package. But e-mails are being sorted, phone calls made, invoices sent out, and part one of Vineart War 1 has been ripped apart with a sharp red scalpel. I have a character who hasn't quite figured out what his overall role in this storyline is yet, and we need to have a come-to-Jesus about that, soon. Part two is in the holding pen, waiting its turn. ~~First, I have to go to the dentist. Oh, joy.~~** Still working on that mising payment. I've progressed to an actual person, who is Going To Get Back to Me. I've informed them that I will only wait so long before going to the next step, which involves certified letters, third party involvement, and Bad Press.

Meanwhile, I have been eating so healthy (lots of whole grains and fresh fish) that I've decided I Really Need a thick rare steak. Cooked in extra butter. Mmmmm. Probably not going to happen until Friday at the earliest, though. Can she survive?

I can't imagine how exciting this post is for all of you. /fe

*Day three and no further mousie-sign. We are Hopeful.
** dentists reports no cavities, no new periodontal flare-ups, impacted wisdom tooth still behaving itself, and a lot of coffee stains. Oops. Heh.