I'm not at work, nope, not at all. I'm in Egypt, cruising the nile, yeah, that's it, the NILE! Lazing around, napping in the sun with a beautiful kitten curled up next to me purring contentedly, and slave boys and girls waiting on my every whim.
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In reality, I'm at work. I got another freelance gig that'll pay about $150 if I can pull it off. Trouble is, I have no idea how to get in touch with the creator of Canadian Donuts. The website is now defunct, and I've already sent an email to them (which happily didn't bounce so far). But this news is snappy now, not in a week or two whenever they bother to get back to me. I must hunt them down with my finely honed hunter instincts, stalking them like prey hidden in the windswept grasslands of Africa.
Or something.
I'm very open to suggestions...
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In reality, I'm at work. I got another freelance gig that'll pay about $150 if I can pull it off. Trouble is, I have no idea how to get in touch with the creator of Canadian Donuts. The website is now defunct, and I've already sent an email to them (which happily didn't bounce so far). But this news is snappy now, not in a week or two whenever they bother to get back to me. I must hunt them down with my finely honed hunter instincts, stalking them like prey hidden in the windswept grasslands of Africa.
Or something.
I'm very open to suggestions...
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Date: 2005-03-23 08:56 pm (UTC)But what it does to the mind? It tosses the sandbags overboard so the balloon can soar. Suddenly I'm above the ordinary. I'm competent. I'm walking a tightrope over Niagara Falls. I'm one of the great ones. I'm Michaelangelo, molding the beard of Moses. I'm Van Gogh painting pure sunlight. I'm Horowitz, playing the Emperor Concerto. I'm John Barrymore before movies got him by the throat. I'm Jesse James and his two brothers, all three of them. I'm W. Shakespeare. And out there it's not Third Avenue any longer, it's the Nile. Nat, it's the Nile and down it moves the barge of Cleopatra.
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Date: 2005-03-23 09:03 pm (UTC)