Sunday, August 12, 2007
not so fiction 2
i am not a slacker but i have bouts of laziness and i hate it when it stretches out to a week. i have not emailed the people i am supposed to get in touch with for my top stories. my editor likes me a lot and i am not about to give her a reason to un-like me. i have yet to make plans for the holiday ahead. he's been busy for weeks with this big case and as usual i've been caught up with work being the brazen serialist that i am so we deserve this break.my online messenger lets off a buzzing sound.
BFF: hey, why up so late?
JUST_ME: hey miles away, trying to write
BFF: remember our mantra?
JUST_ME: write drunk, revise sober...of course!
BFF: haha, serious stuff?
JUST_ME: yeah, interesting though but just not really in the mood for it
BFF: what else is up?
JUST_ME: about 20 more lined up under things to be done asap, haha
BFF: bummer, wait gotta run...i've to get back to work
JUST_ME: don't work too hard ;)
BFF: alright then, i'll just party harder!
i think i have to go now too but not off to work. i've been staring at a blank page for hours so i shut down my laptop. i lie down in my bed and then start thinking about last night again. there could be a more important answer to my friend's question "what else is up" after all.
(8:35 PM) ♥ tal
