Monday: Today should be as good as yesterday—even better because I could stay home watching Hannibal and reading the whole day—but it wasn’t. It was far worse because I had that constant annoying voice saying, “the holiday is ending; you’ll have to work tomorrow,” and that’s fucking depressing. I need a new job. One that is WFH and involves writing; I can write about books, comics, football, history, movies and whatever else you need. All I ask is a shot, and I can guarantee you that you’ll not regret it. In other news, I’m thinking about entering a masters’ program; I don’t know if in History or Literature. Ideally, I would do both and would work with contrafactual history, but we are way beyond believing that an ideal world is possible, so I have to choose something. Probably, I won’t do anything, but who knows? That was it for today; tomorrow, I’ll be back.
Tuesday: Bloody awful day at work, as usual. Again, if you have an opportunity, I beg you! At home, things got a little better. Jessica has a way of making me happy just by being at my side; I love her so very much. I had a call with John Anderson from Soaring Penguin Press; he is pleased with my work, and we’re cooking exciting things; keep an eye in here and in SPP’s newsletters. After that, I had a panel on Career on Sports hosted by the Vancouver Whitecaps FC; very interesting, gave me many ideas. That was it for today, see you!
Wednesday: Nothing new on the front. Same things and feelings at work; back at home, I’ve made my “to buy” list of comics and read a little bit. The slowest day since I’ve started this new format; tomorrow will be different, I hope.
Thursday: Nothing at all. Work, home and nothing else to relate. Maybe this format is running out of gas, maybe.
Friday: Today, I’ve learned that a woman can “give birth” to stones — lithopedion — and that a woman can biologically be a man — XY— and maturate, menstruate and get pregnant — I love this because it’s a giant “fuck you” to every single idiot who says “you have to respect the biological sex,” to disrespect trans. Days in which I discover new things are great ones.
Saturday: Watched television, read a little. I went to Vancouver to visit Granville Island for the first time, and it was disappointing. The market/restaurants closed at 6 pm since I’ve arrived at 5:35 pm couldn’t do much. It’s sad how early things close in here; you can’t enjoy the day, you always have to worry about the clock. The high point of the day was Sciué, an Italian caffé with the best coffee I drank here.
Sunday: At 4 am, the fire alarm went off, and there was no way to shut it off. We had to call the fire department, and they disconnected every sensor of the suite. I had to take some melatonin to sleep, which made me wake up at 11:30 am, which should be good news, but it isn’t. It isn’t because the moment I saw the clock, I knew I’d have problems sleeping and then would have problems waking up at 5 am to go to work. I spent (still am) the whole Sunday worried about this. Work fucked my happiness, again. Please, if you have a remote writing job, give me a chance! I need one.
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