The budget saga continues. . . After another 3 hours working on the infamous budget, its has been paired down to a mere 4 pages! Not without The Writer's share of panic and even a mini-breakdown, however. Against my better judgment, I even suggested a cigarette break (EEK! I know).
My day didn't end there, though. It was topped off by The Writer deciding to go on a protein fueled diet in order to "kick start my metabolism." I imagine the problem is not so much the carbs as the vast quantities of oil The Writer's partner fries EVERYTHING in. . .
(It should be noted that all protein diets, for some reason, cause an increase in uncontrollable flatulence, just saying.)
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In Other News
If you haven't already heard of a singer/song-writer named Erin McCarley, check her out here.
I often listen to her while working when The Writer isn't around. She calms me down, and makes me want to move to Nashville and become an ole fashioned singin' star!
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