7 July
Tired. Tired tired tired.
Hell Week has begun in earnest. I hate Mondays at work, 'cause Nik isn't there. I only realize how much I use him to decompress when he is not actually there for me to do so.
After work was tech, an event over which I will draw a veil.
Suffice it to say that we started an hour late due to the fact that the lights were not yet hung, which meant that we ended half an hour into the next show's tech. And I found out that I had sent all of my programme information to entirely the wrong person.
And I was in charge of everything.
My show went well, though.
Afterwards, I went downtown to drop off my film, and was surprised to see a processing place open at that hour, so, rather than begging my darkroom for a 24 hour turnaround, I dropped off both the colour and the BW rolls for them to do for me.
How luxurious!
Shit, I hope they turn out well...
Then I wrote my Planet Amazon column eight days late. Man, I don't know how Sandra puts up with me.
Must be my winning personality.
Anyway, it's up on Sunday, maybe I'll talk about YOU this month!
A bright spot in Hell Week is that I got my first really big spike from Wired and Salon yesterday.
I got about a hundred extra hits on Thursday and then again on Friday, but it was going into a holiday weekend, so I was interested to see what would happen when the work week began, so I checked my stats when I got home last night.
I got 452 hits.
I was completely stunned. I have never seen a number like that before and am unlikely to again, so don't mind me, I'll just be over here glowing for a bit.
One year ago today:
Man, they're dropping like flies!
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