Being productive
Him: It’s funny that you just saw a nun the other day. I saw one the other day in an argument with someone over something.
Me: No kidding.
Him: Yeah, she kept it clean but was really tearing into the guy.
Me: Sounds like someone needs to get some.
Took on a large portfolio of work the other day.
It was far more complex than I’d anticipated but a deal’s a deal so there wasn’t much for me to do but just try to get it all done.
Part of it meant that I had to spend a day in Brooklyn, so I drove the Firecracker to her new office (they just moved offices), which was a treat for both of us.
Her: It feels so luxurious to be driven to work by a hot guy.
Me: Hey, I’m driving you!
And I did manage to sneak out for a few hours to meet up with the Firecracker and her friend who let us crash at her pad in Vienna.
But I couldn’t stay for long because the deadline for alla this work is rushing towards me faster than I can type.
Then again, it’s nice being productive in a manner unrelated to raising the kid.
It’s like I’m back to 2010 again, before…everything.
Location: up to my eyeballs in bills and paperwork
Mood: busier than a one-armed coat hanger
Music: we should ride by slow (Spotify)
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