PoMoPocalypse

I got back into Canada Monday night. Feels effin' good to be sleeping on my own bed again.

I did absolutely squat yesterday. Nothing. OK, I sorted out a metric buttload of emails and made a half-assed attempt to get some laundry done, but that was only perfunctory at best.

Today I am trying to get the hang of being in charge of a gazillion things again. I have all my various tasks and tasklets stacked up around me on my desk while I try to figure out what I need to do first.

Sort CDs and demos out. Talk to guy who is going to be working on fixing the house up for sale. Go through all the notes I took when I was in England and turn them into a coherant plan of attack. Try to figure out how my new cellphone works so it will stop telling me I have a message. Get my money from pogey so I can afford to buy groceries and beer.

Try to figure out where the hell on the planet caspervonb is right now so I can be at the airport at the right time to pick him up when he finally decides to come home.

Heh.

It's good to be back.

( But it's all OK. Because I'm really Wendy O Williams. )