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Year of the ROOSTER!
Feb. 10th, 2005 02:30 amIt's the Year of the Rooster!
Man, I could FEEL the monkey slipping away. The little bastard hung on to the bitter, bitter end.
Monkey year started about the same time as last year's APE. That would be the APE where I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and broke a rib, and sprained the Jesusfuck out of my hand.
Where I got to dinnner and found out I hadn't RSVP'd and had no seat. Where I was in perpetual deadline trainwreck. Where I was put on meds that stopped working in a spectacular and deleterious fashion.
Where I lost a job I REALLY needed. Where checks were perpetually delayed!
Where, at the tail end, two potential jobs just went poof!
But yesterday felt...different. An email from an editor very excited to work with me. Where I got things done towards this next years' con season. (Buttons, art prints, and what's shaping up to be a humdinger of a DivaLea Doujinshi!)
GUN HAY FAT CHOY!
Man, I could FEEL the monkey slipping away. The little bastard hung on to the bitter, bitter end.
Monkey year started about the same time as last year's APE. That would be the APE where I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and broke a rib, and sprained the Jesusfuck out of my hand.
Where I got to dinnner and found out I hadn't RSVP'd and had no seat. Where I was in perpetual deadline trainwreck. Where I was put on meds that stopped working in a spectacular and deleterious fashion.
Where I lost a job I REALLY needed. Where checks were perpetually delayed!
Where, at the tail end, two potential jobs just went poof!
But yesterday felt...different. An email from an editor very excited to work with me. Where I got things done towards this next years' con season. (Buttons, art prints, and what's shaping up to be a humdinger of a DivaLea Doujinshi!)
GUN HAY FAT CHOY!
