Happy Friday! Oh, it’s Thursday? Oops. Hell, if I know the day… on any given week. Well, today is MY friday. And I’m ready to celebrate! Ok, I started celebrating last night. Thank you $3 champagne. My headache applaudes you. And thank you, Del Taco buddy burritos. Between the four of you (2 flutes + 2 bean burriters = 4), I was out like a light by 9:30pm, slept terribly and now have to face my youtube yoga instructor. I need a banana tree. What? Yes, I’m still allowing this yogi broad to terrorize me every morning. And surprisingly enough, she’s not a morning person. She’s evil. Pure evil. And she’s not a fan of bananas. Moving on.. so why the celebratory start to my weekend? Because I want to, for one. And for two, I’ve knocked out 10,000+ words this week on the most recent project I’ve got going, I’ve gotten my officehomeatorium organized, I’ve read for a few directors this week, and I’ve adopted a daily schedule that I’m (actually) adhering to, and as my tornado of work swirls around me; I can finally see the other side of the rainbow! Hmm, you chase butterflies too? Yes, yes I do. Especially butterflies with a cupboard full of bananners. Wait, that’s more than two reasons. And a lot of fruit. Yeah, yeah, math isn’t my best subject; just add the extra counting to sub-articles in your notes or wahtever. Always got a monkey on my back. Anyway, All my research, planning and execution has made me feel, well? Pretty fucking awesome! Suck it, naysayers!
Let’s be fair. It’s not like I don’t do these tasks, every day of every week anyway. It’s just that this week, I am going to give myself a little “win” and enjoy the hard, ongoing shit I typically have going on, day in and day out. I haven’t been keeping in touch with too many of my girlfriends lately. Or my guy friends. But trailblazing a sea of endeavors? Kind of my thing. A lone wolf with a penchant for monkeys, butterflies… and bananas. What the hell is with the bananas today? I don’t know, I think I’m lacking potassium. And my buddies who are doing their own versions of it? Well, hopefully they’re busy too and likely understand my absence. I do miss my late night chess sessions with my boy though. I like bringing on an undertaking in ass-whooping via checkmate. I always have my hands dirty in five things at once. Again with the numbers? Hush. The number five here is relative and referred to loosely; sometimes I am juggling eight things. *wink Just stop doing equations. No more tallying. Please! So, how do I stay motivated? Fuck if I know. I’m my own fun house. Or banana pantry. Either way, humor is my best ally. Oh thank God she didn’t say mathematics. Didn’t I hush you? Stupid inner voice. Just sip, swallow and celebrate. Fine. Well, at least we both agree with those three things…