Coming close to the end of the day...
Nov. 15th, 2007 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpUp though about 4 pm, I had only progressed a little more than 1200 words of the 4300 I had hoped to complete by the time I went to sleep.
I currently have just over 800 words left (along with the obligatory check and - in the case of these documents - a struggle to deal with completely useless but in-your-face header/footers), which I bet I can do en route to New York, or tomorrow morning, or after we arrive.
The point is, I'm basically in good shape.
As I've mentioned several times before, whenever I get down below 1000 words in an assignment, a short clip from George Carlin's album Class Clown - where he muses about the mortal sin of eating meat on Friday given that the Church had, not long before, downgraded the offense - goes off in my head, in Carlin's slightly stoned voice, saying "Hey, I can do an eon standing on my head!"
It's, like, glide path city. Dig it?
Galina felt puny for much of the day, and so did I (though not as thoroughly). However, she did arrange for a couple of guys to work tomorrow and pack the truck. I ought to be able to supervise while I empty out the last of the last. We may actually leave tomorrow night, so as to get a couple of hundred miles under our tires for the weekend.
As it turns out, I am very nearly on for a couple of short interpretation assignments in Manhattan next week. Aside from actually showing up, the only other factor would appear to be a phone interview tomorrow, which should not be a problem.
However, there ain't none of that gonna happen if I don't get a good night's rest, so I am off to pursue sweet dreams.
Cheers...
I currently have just over 800 words left (along with the obligatory check and - in the case of these documents - a struggle to deal with completely useless but in-your-face header/footers), which I bet I can do en route to New York, or tomorrow morning, or after we arrive.
The point is, I'm basically in good shape.
As I've mentioned several times before, whenever I get down below 1000 words in an assignment, a short clip from George Carlin's album Class Clown - where he muses about the mortal sin of eating meat on Friday given that the Church had, not long before, downgraded the offense - goes off in my head, in Carlin's slightly stoned voice, saying "Hey, I can do an eon standing on my head!"
It's, like, glide path city. Dig it?
Galina felt puny for much of the day, and so did I (though not as thoroughly). However, she did arrange for a couple of guys to work tomorrow and pack the truck. I ought to be able to supervise while I empty out the last of the last. We may actually leave tomorrow night, so as to get a couple of hundred miles under our tires for the weekend.
As it turns out, I am very nearly on for a couple of short interpretation assignments in Manhattan next week. Aside from actually showing up, the only other factor would appear to be a phone interview tomorrow, which should not be a problem.
However, there ain't none of that gonna happen if I don't get a good night's rest, so I am off to pursue sweet dreams.
Cheers...
