In which it is July the 7th and I haven’t left the house all damned day.

Okay, first of all, NLW hired me to do some data entry for her AND the Ritzville blues festival gig is this weekend, so I’ll be able to buy foodz, like refried beans and tortillas and stuff, which is A Very Good Thing. Not to mention that my rent and bills are all late.

Second of all, I have a lunch date tomorrow with a local woman I met on Twitter who needs a web site built. That one will be for charity, but it’s not like I a.) don’t know how to build web sites and b.) HAVE SEVERAL METRIC FUCKTONS OF FREE TIME.

Third of all, the boys over at Cocky & Rude totally nagged me into doing an online group weight loss thing so now I have to drink a lot less alcohol because god hates me and filled alcohol with EMPTY CALORIES OMG WHAT WILL I DO WITH ALL OF THESE EMOTIONS?!?!

I woke up yesterday morning from a dream about a shapeshifter who was embedded (as a cow, of all things) in some off-world ranch operated by bad guys. It was there to shift into bipedal form and then help an agent escape. The shapeshifter’s real form was this awesome bizarro giant shrimp thing. AND it was a romance, although how you’d Do It with a giant shrimp escapes me. The cow was REALLY WEIRD LOOKING. This is why it’s better that I rarely remember my dreams.

So far today I’ve only had 550 calories and I’m star. Ving. Excuse me while I go hork down a couple tacos and half my physical volume in lettuce.