Caffiene and Sugar.

Holey Moley Gorgonzoley...has it been over a week since I last posted? I left you hanging on my weird dream too. People must think I've gone completely wackers by now. I don't blame you.

You know, I've talked to my invisible imaginary shrink here at home and I think I know what some of that dream must have been about. I've been feeling kind of stuck on my work because there's been a bunch of big projects that have been in limbo right now... not because of me, but because my clients just disappear and don't respond.

It's really weird. I've been paid my standard way...I have my advance payments from people. Then I've started work and submitted things to them. And then......nothing. Silence. Once in a while I might get a response back telling me they're really busy with other things. But other times I don't hear anything from people. It's so weird....I'm unaccustomed to leaving things hanging like this, and I'm a little surprised that people have money to burn by just paying for something and then not following up. Straaaange. So my frustration last week about this must have triggered that dream.... the fat ladies must have been these projects kinda nipping me in the back of my mind. And I think I must have been trapped in this colosseum because I've been feeling trapped between my work. Does that make sense?

I still don't know why I'm a monkey dressed in pink. But just that week I know I pulled out my pink bass for the first time in like 6 years so that color must have slipped into my dream somehow.

Oh man I'm certified nutz for sure.

At least I haven't had a dream like that since though. This week however has been crazy. I don't know where it all went. I guess I shouldn't complain because business is good. But I'm at a point where I'm starting to be really cautious of what business I pick up because I can't fail on the commitments I've made.

After announcing to my clients that I have this wedding coming up where I'll be gone for a month, everyone's needing me to do everything. OH MOMMA!

And then I still gotta finalize some of the details of that wedding too. Luckily I got help from friends and family on that or else I'd really have my head blow up.

What do I do to get past this? Well, I write all my TO-DOs down on paper each morning and each night before I sleep. Cross them off as I finish them. I got my sticky "No Fucking Around" signs stuck up on the wall in front of me to remind me not to fuck around. I got my PDA programmed with alarms to signal me for any appointments I have scheduled. And then I got my candy and coffee to supply me with sugar and caffiene to keep me running.

Now you know why my writing often doesn't make any sense?