Work is going nicely today. I presented the rough draft of the money-begging letter to my collegues and they gave me a lot of great tips. Its nice to know that I am not alone. I should really be working on that right now.
I am heading up the City tonight and so many details to work out. Going to be getting drinks with the Wobbly and the Mysterious Art Patron.
When I stop and actually think about things, suddenly my existence seems so exotic and mysterious. I talked to the MAP on Monday and he the most sultry Latin American accent. In my mind's eye, he looks like Antonio Banderas. Of course, the topics we talked about weren't sexy at all, like his wife giving birth and living with an infant.