How do I manage to turn a relatively quiet writing workday into a three client, 90-minutes~60-minutes~90-minutes back to back massage fest?
Huh?
Four hours may not seem like a lot, but trust me.
At least they’re all regulars, at least I’ll be getting kickass paid from two of them, and the third will do fucking awesome things to my hair on Monday.
Still.
When do I get to wank cook dinner organize my pantry?
2 Comments
November 17, 2006 at 3:50 pm
You mean you can’t multi-task?
Pah.
November 17, 2006 at 4:39 pm
I am queen of the multi-task. See my death-defying ability to ride a boy cowgirl-style whilst talking to my mother on the phone.
Yee-haw.