Bring up the trumpets!
Sometime later today, I am going to be playing this CD really, REALLY loudly:
And why? Yes, because the weather is going to be spectacular, and yes because it's Good Friday and I'm always sublimely happy on Good Friday for some reason (even though I read The Master and Margarita a million years ago and have never been able to think of Easter weekend in the same way since) but the main reason I want to hear A Little Bit of Mambo really loudly later today is because, yes, Freak Parade is basically done, gang. (Take a deep breath with me and let out a very, very weary little: Yippee Ki Yi Yay! and then we'll collapse together.)
Crimony. I am so fucking exhausted. Yesterday, I worked until I couldn't see straight anymore. I tried to finish it completely yesterday, but by early evening, I knew I just wasn't even conscious anymore so I made myself stop. I will finish it today, though. Only a few pages to go.
And I did it with no cigarettes and only minimal coffee. (Yes, I am back to drinking about one cup of coffee a day, gang, but I only have it when I'm getting ready to plant my ass in the chair and write. I bought this very, very expensive organic coffee that is roasted in a different way than other coffee beans so it's supposed to be "better for you than green tea!" and I make it at only half-strength, so here's hoping the little kidneys are going to be okay. But damn it, coffee just helps me focus like nobody's business!) (And speaking of "really expensive"... right when I was closing up shop last night and getting ready to log off of the computer, I really quickly checked the news and there was this headline that caught my eye -- more like harpooned it: Johnny Depp's Yacht Available for Rent This Summer, or something along those lines. And I was, like, really? So I clicked on the story and it was indeed true. There were a handful of pictures of this sort of floating 1920s opium den kind of place, and I was just kind of agog, you know? It's only $130K a week. Finally! Now I can get rid of that huge pile of money I have just sitting here that's always getting in my way!!)
Ha ha ha. But oh well. You know, I have an acute fear of being on boats on the water so I guess I'm not really missing anything in my current "lowly writer" financial straits. (And we still need to take that little cruise to the Bahamas -- it was supposed to happen this month, but we have been putting it off b/c we are both stupefyingly busy right now. But eventually, I have to deal with that and with my fear of being on boats on the water. So I'll start with a giant cruise ship first, get all cozy with that feeling, and then tackle the drama of being on Johnny Depp's yacht.) (And of course everyone and their grandmothers keep telling me, "Oh, being on a cruise ship is just like being in a hotel, Marilyn. You won't notice that you're on the water." And I'm, like, "Yeah? And what happens when I look outside and see all that fucking water?" It's like they think it's the boat I'm afraid of. It doesn't occur to anybody that it could be that vast wide open mystery of the eternal unfathomable UNKNOWN stretching out for as far as the eye can see, that's filled with sharks and giant sea creatures, that could be making me a wee bit nervous...)
But, hey, just FYI -- mark your calendars b/c Thursday April 15th is when we're going to be spending the night at the Brookside Motel and having martinis and steak dinners at The Top!! And everyone's invited!! Yay!! (Except if the rope comes out; that's when I say, "oops, change in plans; everybody's gotta go home now.")
Well, okay!!! I gotta put on my walking shoes now and go hit the lovely streets and do my 3 miles. Then come back and tackle those final few pages of Freak Parade, gang. And after I turn up A Little Bit of Mambo really loudly, and perhaps just maybe have a cocktail or two, I will do everything in power to refrain from smoking these! (they have been in my desk drawer, in my silver cigarette case for 11 years now, folks; my final, last two Chesterfield cigarettes from my halcyon days in New York. And now no one in the entire state of Ohio seems to sell Chesterfields anymore -- which is a good thing. But as you know, Pall Malls come in a close second to Chesterfields, which is a very, very bad thing indeed. They are for sale everywhere.)
Happy Good Friday, gang, regardless of what you personally believe, okay? I hope the day is blessing you wherever you are and whatever you find yourself mucking about in!! Thanks for visiting! Te quiero mucho, bambinos!!!
And why? Yes, because the weather is going to be spectacular, and yes because it's Good Friday and I'm always sublimely happy on Good Friday for some reason (even though I read The Master and Margarita a million years ago and have never been able to think of Easter weekend in the same way since) but the main reason I want to hear A Little Bit of Mambo really loudly later today is because, yes, Freak Parade is basically done, gang. (Take a deep breath with me and let out a very, very weary little: Yippee Ki Yi Yay! and then we'll collapse together.)
Crimony. I am so fucking exhausted. Yesterday, I worked until I couldn't see straight anymore. I tried to finish it completely yesterday, but by early evening, I knew I just wasn't even conscious anymore so I made myself stop. I will finish it today, though. Only a few pages to go.
And I did it with no cigarettes and only minimal coffee. (Yes, I am back to drinking about one cup of coffee a day, gang, but I only have it when I'm getting ready to plant my ass in the chair and write. I bought this very, very expensive organic coffee that is roasted in a different way than other coffee beans so it's supposed to be "better for you than green tea!" and I make it at only half-strength, so here's hoping the little kidneys are going to be okay. But damn it, coffee just helps me focus like nobody's business!) (And speaking of "really expensive"... right when I was closing up shop last night and getting ready to log off of the computer, I really quickly checked the news and there was this headline that caught my eye -- more like harpooned it: Johnny Depp's Yacht Available for Rent This Summer, or something along those lines. And I was, like, really? So I clicked on the story and it was indeed true. There were a handful of pictures of this sort of floating 1920s opium den kind of place, and I was just kind of agog, you know? It's only $130K a week. Finally! Now I can get rid of that huge pile of money I have just sitting here that's always getting in my way!!)
Ha ha ha. But oh well. You know, I have an acute fear of being on boats on the water so I guess I'm not really missing anything in my current "lowly writer" financial straits. (And we still need to take that little cruise to the Bahamas -- it was supposed to happen this month, but we have been putting it off b/c we are both stupefyingly busy right now. But eventually, I have to deal with that and with my fear of being on boats on the water. So I'll start with a giant cruise ship first, get all cozy with that feeling, and then tackle the drama of being on Johnny Depp's yacht.) (And of course everyone and their grandmothers keep telling me, "Oh, being on a cruise ship is just like being in a hotel, Marilyn. You won't notice that you're on the water." And I'm, like, "Yeah? And what happens when I look outside and see all that fucking water?" It's like they think it's the boat I'm afraid of. It doesn't occur to anybody that it could be that vast wide open mystery of the eternal unfathomable UNKNOWN stretching out for as far as the eye can see, that's filled with sharks and giant sea creatures, that could be making me a wee bit nervous...)
But, hey, just FYI -- mark your calendars b/c Thursday April 15th is when we're going to be spending the night at the Brookside Motel and having martinis and steak dinners at The Top!! And everyone's invited!! Yay!! (Except if the rope comes out; that's when I say, "oops, change in plans; everybody's gotta go home now.")
Well, okay!!! I gotta put on my walking shoes now and go hit the lovely streets and do my 3 miles. Then come back and tackle those final few pages of Freak Parade, gang. And after I turn up A Little Bit of Mambo really loudly, and perhaps just maybe have a cocktail or two, I will do everything in power to refrain from smoking these! (they have been in my desk drawer, in my silver cigarette case for 11 years now, folks; my final, last two Chesterfield cigarettes from my halcyon days in New York. And now no one in the entire state of Ohio seems to sell Chesterfields anymore -- which is a good thing. But as you know, Pall Malls come in a close second to Chesterfields, which is a very, very bad thing indeed. They are for sale everywhere.)
Happy Good Friday, gang, regardless of what you personally believe, okay? I hope the day is blessing you wherever you are and whatever you find yourself mucking about in!! Thanks for visiting! Te quiero mucho, bambinos!!!
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