My printer guzzles ink. I've replaced the cartridge about once a month for the past year, those goddamn things are pricey.
I just called my daughter, and she was still in bed. It's 11:15 am. God am I envious.
I have to host the afternoon show on 93.7 The Bull this afternoon. I have voice over work stacked a mile high right now and no time to prepare anything for the show. I guess it's better to be busy than bored.
I'm writing these between recording sessions, while my audio files are saving. I have about 20-30 seconds to write each thought, so none of them will be very long.
The Carolina Concert Superstation, 103.7 WSOC Family Reunion is back!!! I just thought you should know.
My coffee cup is empty. What the hell is that about? Where's my servant??? Oh, yeah. I forgot.
I am looking out across my well manicured (by some of the best illegal immigrants money can buy) back yard outside the studio right now, and I realize that I miss doing my own yard work. It's hard sweaty work, but it's a good kind of sweat, getting out there and mowing, trimming, edging, mulching, fertilizing, raking...
Who am I kidding? I'm not that crazy about yard work.
I got hit on at the grocery store yesterday. It was the first time it ever happened to me, although I've always heard it was a "meat market." (yeah, bad pun) I didn't care for her melons, so there's no chance she'll ever get to see my bratwurst. (that was quite possibly the most stupid thing I've ever written on this blog) (and I didn't even reference buns)