Padding the Clinic Hours

I owe the occasional update to my adoring audience. So, let's see. Today was day three of a 5 day gig. If I am honest, which I usually hate, but this time shows not vulnerability but my mad skiils, I could have finished the job today. But I'm not doing this for the love, I'm doing it for the money, and I'm not getting paid for pages typed or efficiency. It's hours spent in front of that computer, and I am by God going to spend 40. I'm making unnecessary work for myself. This afternoon I got a memo that I should remember to bring my MD player so that I can listen to One Life to Live tomorrow, for research purposes.
It's going to take quite a bit of doing to drag this job out 16 more hours. But I have faith in my abilities.
Didn't go out last night. As I had to watch House and Rescue Me. That more than filled in for any groovy show that might've taken place last night. And honestly, do I care? Hmm-no. Not really. I suppose if I had gone out I would've had fun, but I have to say my seclusion is tons of blue lit, wordless, whisky and soap opera good times. What's not to love.
Now I am watching Mommie Dearest for the 456th (approx.) time. I like to watch it, and yell all the best lines along with the over-the-top ultra campy acting.
"Clean up this mess!"
"How?"
"Figure it out."
"No wire hangers!"
"I AM NOT ONE OF YOUR FANS!"
"She has the last word."
"Does she?"
Etc.
I love how Faye Dunaway manages to over-emote in the role of a corpse. It's an amazing feat of acting.
My Mommie Dearest (she SO hates that, with good reason) called when I was watching. She apologized for interupting my good times.
I am such a fag, I'm cereal.

Do I have anything else going on? I am planning my trip to NYC to see Stephen mothafuckin' Colbert. (I'm hoping that there are no mothafuckin' snakes on the mothafuckin' plane I have to take to get there.)
Gotta couple of hostel picked out that are within walking to the Report and the subway and all that good tourist stuff. Right in Manhattan.
Speaking of Colbert-how much do you love Stephen Jr moving into his own attic like Greg Brady? They grow up so fast.
One other thing-the fake phone calls last night-Fairlawn is the upscale corner of Akron, OH. That's hi-LAR-ious. To people from Akron-bravo Mr. Colbert. Bravo.
RIGHT-planning to go to New York Town. Awesome. I'm going to get to ride a subway and share a room with 5-7 strangers with whom I share no common language. A total New York experience.

Beyond these total non-updates I have nothing going on. I like this. Anti-social behavior is not a bad thing, despite what American society might want you to believe.