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I'm panicking like a boss this morning...
Oct. 16th, 2015 10:41 am... but my feed is full of shinies, which will keep me going after lunch... I'm sure of it. And I'm eternally grateful for anyone who's spent the night posting shinies of Junsu, Yunho and VIXX. They, along with Se7en, Rain and G-Dragon will save my sanity today.
Once I've sorted out a 10km gap in our schedule in the middle of nowhere, Japan. Met with a colleague to finalise plans for a course we're running on Wednesday, bought a stack of magazines to find inspirational images to use in said course.... and when the fuck was the last time I bought a magazine?... cleaned the house, organised mobile wifi, approved the second round of Ghost edits, gone grocery shopping and made dinner. There's a day job supposed to be happening in there, too. Some blog writing and a Japanese lesson.
So, of course... I start the day by baking muffins. Totally channeling Gareth here. Very much like this scene:
“You don’t have to cook for me all the time,” Jack offered softly. “I can phone for a curry if you fancy a night away from the stove.”
“What?” Gareth watched Jack pick at the label on his beer bottle and sighed. “Jack, have you seen the state of my desk? I had to fire two people today for gross misconduct, and just as I was leaving Lisa called to tell me that the CPS may want the boys as trial witnesses. The only reason I didn’t collect five speeding tickets on the way home is because I was looking forward to making dinner.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t—”
“Shut up. You were exactly where you needed to be. Frazer had it covered. And I wasn’t fishing for sympathy. Just… don’t ever… tell me not to cook.”
A smiled crinkled the corners of Jack’s eyes. He raised his beer in a quick salute. “Noted.”
“Besides”—Gareth went back to his knife and chopping board—“you’re still far too skinny. So just sit there and swallow what I dish up.”
Once I've sorted out a 10km gap in our schedule in the middle of nowhere, Japan. Met with a colleague to finalise plans for a course we're running on Wednesday, bought a stack of magazines to find inspirational images to use in said course.... and when the fuck was the last time I bought a magazine?... cleaned the house, organised mobile wifi, approved the second round of Ghost edits, gone grocery shopping and made dinner. There's a day job supposed to be happening in there, too. Some blog writing and a Japanese lesson.
So, of course... I start the day by baking muffins. Totally channeling Gareth here. Very much like this scene:
“You don’t have to cook for me all the time,” Jack offered softly. “I can phone for a curry if you fancy a night away from the stove.”
“What?” Gareth watched Jack pick at the label on his beer bottle and sighed. “Jack, have you seen the state of my desk? I had to fire two people today for gross misconduct, and just as I was leaving Lisa called to tell me that the CPS may want the boys as trial witnesses. The only reason I didn’t collect five speeding tickets on the way home is because I was looking forward to making dinner.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t—”
“Shut up. You were exactly where you needed to be. Frazer had it covered. And I wasn’t fishing for sympathy. Just… don’t ever… tell me not to cook.”
A smiled crinkled the corners of Jack’s eyes. He raised his beer in a quick salute. “Noted.”
“Besides”—Gareth went back to his knife and chopping board—“you’re still far too skinny. So just sit there and swallow what I dish up.”
And even though the proof copy is now off my desk, we have a release date and I've been taught how best to approach the marketing... the mountain of work hasn't gone down and between client work, marketing prep and planning our holiday there's no fiction-sized gap immediately in sight.
