cold+rag+toddler=porridge for brains

So my business co-conspirator is off playing the slots and ostensibly going to a framing convention in Vegas with her mum right now, so I spent today running around after her 2-year-old and am thus right exhausted. It doesn’t help that I am currently suffering from a vile variation of DaycarePlague that I caught from said 2-year-old. I am now sitting in my favourite seedy web-café having a much-needed libation to ease the transition from alphabet blocks and Mary Poppins into the real world. I started this entry with the intention of recording pithy thoughts and impressions, possibly referencing my various friends’ weblogs in an orgy of meta-ness, but find myself hard pressed to overcome the past 8+ hours of mental toddlerdom (cauliflower. tee hee hee hee!).

Anyway. The next few days will involve scoping galleries to further our ultimate plan of world framing domination (Exterminate! Exterminate!), writing frothy ad-copy, trying to scam a lot of money in exchange for hours of relentless boredom, fighting off creditors, maybe getting my camera fixed and …. the same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to take over the world!!!!!!! I also have to try and pull some kind of show out of my arse sometime soon to mollify these SexTV people who want to have some kind of actual content to film (what? content? are you crazy?) - so if anyone has a wedding, bar/bat mitzvah, birthday party or whatever coming up soon that would benifit from the presence of a half-nekkid burnt chick setting fire to herself on film, do let me know.

Why is it that so many people seem to have so many meaningful things to say and I never do? Ah well, tomorrow, as Ms O’Hara said, is another day.