22:54 p.m., Wednesday, 15 June 2016
Thank the Universe it's a holiday tomorrow! Normally I don't touch wine (or any alcoholic beverage, sadly) on a weekday, but it's a mid-week Friday... so, to hell with rules.
I'm home alone, with the TV off. I can't tell you what joy having the tube off all night brings me. I'll listen to music or read all day, but, Lord have mercy, that device is the only devil I know (...but it's ok to dance with the devil occasionally when he has your favourite TV shows on).
If there's something I must tell you, it's that nailing quirkiness and irreverence in advertising hasn't been my strongest suit lately, folks, but I'm still working on it. It's. Fugging. Hard. Harder than landing on the moon, I tell ya. (I've actually gotten to the point where I enjoy getting criticism on my copy because I know She's on her way, anyway. Like, "Hi babe! I've been expecting you. Here's your favourite seat; can I get your coat? You need coffee or tea? Was it my tone or my angle this time? You can talk to me, baby.")
But I prefer that over empty praises any day.
I'll own that cow and its milk before you know it. Her tail is mine.
Enough about work.
Goodnight
Thank the Universe it's a holiday tomorrow! Normally I don't touch wine (or any alcoholic beverage, sadly) on a weekday, but it's a mid-week Friday... so, to hell with rules.
I'm home alone, with the TV off. I can't tell you what joy having the tube off all night brings me. I'll listen to music or read all day, but, Lord have mercy, that device is the only devil I know (...but it's ok to dance with the devil occasionally when he has your favourite TV shows on).
If there's something I must tell you, it's that nailing quirkiness and irreverence in advertising hasn't been my strongest suit lately, folks, but I'm still working on it. It's. Fugging. Hard. Harder than landing on the moon, I tell ya. (I've actually gotten to the point where I enjoy getting criticism on my copy because I know She's on her way, anyway. Like, "Hi babe! I've been expecting you. Here's your favourite seat; can I get your coat? You need coffee or tea? Was it my tone or my angle this time? You can talk to me, baby.")
But I prefer that over empty praises any day.
I'll own that cow and its milk before you know it. Her tail is mine.
Enough about work.
Goodnight
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