fried

is it possible to be happy-fried? hmm...sounds like fast food. Happy-stressed. That's better. Ohmigod. what a week. Tuesday and wednesday the photography jobs just started rolling in. I don't know who opened the store and put the flashing neon sign over my head, but I love 'em for it. It worked. I have 3 gigs on the schedule and an interview Tuesday to be an Assistant Wedding Photog. I dont' know about that one. Sounds good....but that's a hell of a lot of work.

On top of that, other stuff doesn't slow down. I am leaving town in the morning to take my daughter to camp at the beach and won't be back until Monday night. the house is a wreck, i haven't packed, and I haven't had time to work on other projects like the wedding pics for Jess & Miguel, party pics for Jeff, or printing for my step-mom.

I'm not whining...I'm glad to be busy, but I am almost fried. Brain dead. I'm making several lists a day so I don't forget who to call and what to do next.

i need a drink now. right after the next 3 errands. hungry too. NOT a good sign when I stop writing in complete sentences.