10 October 2001
Or not.
It's amazing how much working from home reminds you of all the little things you've been meaning to do... like reply to emails that have been sat since methusela was a twinkle in his daddy's eye, or decide that this is a good time to go through those last two or three boxes which have lain relatively untouched since I moved in.
Then again, it's easy to be distracted from work on a day where not only did I wake up with hamster-home-hair, but have apparently turned into the snot monster from hell.
It's typical really. Tonight I'm due to make my premiere appearance at a babble-meet (that is, a meeting of a few of the London members of the babble email list) and tomorrow, I'm to pack up my PC and toddle off to the Cotswolds for a weekend of drunken truespacing at UKtS 2001. Only my head feels like it's full of lead, my nose is dripping like a tap in need of a good spannering, and I'm starting to get that husky voiced thing, which some might find sultry and attractive, but on me just makes me sound like a pre-op transsexual needing to do some more work with a voice coach.
Wah.
Anyways, must get back to dissecting sites to discover their search engine attractiveness, and trying to come up with a price and timescales proposal to optimise and submit the aforementioned sites that won't scare the pants off my potential client.
Wah2. I need an agent, I'm crap at this money lark. I want to earn decent money, and yet I'm sat here trying to figure out exactly how much I need to make to survive and figure out how low I can cut the price and still eat.
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