Waiting to hear from my agent about the aforementioned job, needing the waiting to be done.
I have spent far too much of my life waiting. There are few things more frustrating.
Later,
Aunt Beast

9:31 p.m.
Today was better, all in all. I slept a little more last night, for one thing. It was a little warmer, 87˚F with the heat index, and that helped,…
Cold, cold, cold. But a smudge less cold than yesterday, and the sun is out. Cold sun. Cold sky, but at least a few clouds to hide its taste for me.…
Well, fuck. It's almost 2 p.m. (CaST), and somehow the day is slipping past on filthy little cat feet – fuck you, Carl Sandburg, you sentimental…