06.07.06

Madly re-editing some movie reviews this evening. A friend got an editor jobby-job for a wanna-be tasteful skin mag--and he's got 52 pages to fill up. What he's gotten so far is, as he puts it, crap.

So I'm self-data mining.

Whee!

In other news, I'm working the Rose Festival Parade this coming Saturday morning. I've got to be at the downtown store at *gulp* 05:30. I haven't decided whether I'm going to try to go to sleep Friday night, or if I'm just going to stay up.

A woman my age should be beyond such decisions--if you believe the shit that you're fed.

The downtown shop is on a corner where the floats and bands and everything have to make a turn. Is it too much to hope for a tragi-comic mishap? I'll be keeping my fingers crossed.

Be fabulous. I'm in editing hell. And I love it.

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