notes from busyville

[serene]

Just a few more weeks. In a few weeks, I'll be done at Ikea, and I will have a life again. My other job has plenty of work for me, but at my other job, I never have to work nights or weekends. I can (gasp!) have dinner at home every night, and have actual days off -- two in a row, every week! This weekend was a huge sale, and I'm completely wiped out. Between the trip to San Diego, the food poisoning, and the sale, I feel incredibly exhausted.

Not too exhausted to extort your presence on Thursday, though. If you love me, truly love me, you will make every effort to come out to Oakland on Thursday night to see final_girl read her amazing poetry (and who knows what else she will be up to -- I predict hijinks). I've been getting discouraged with the small numbers of people at the readings, and if people don't turn out to see Daphne, I think I'll conclude that Thursday nights just aren't good for folks. So come to the reading and no one gets hurt. </mood: silly>