I have spent the day nursing what can only be described as the most epic hang-over of my life. I’m still feeling dodgy now… over 24 hours since my last alcoholic drink. I feel as though I have drunk 10 gallons of water throughout today and I’ve slowly nursed my stomach back to health with grapes and dry toast.
It’s now midnight and all I want to eat is a bacon sandwich… and I have no bacon in the house.
I have to be up at 6 and have a management meeting at 10 or 11. The thought of that makes me feel sick.
I need another day resting on the sofa before I can face the world… let alone management.
We kept each other going. And even though I work alone, and Im grateful to have a job at the moment, I feel more alone than ever now.
Thank you indeed… good news Emma… but sincere sadness for you friend.. I hope she picks something up soon… and not necessarily a hot guy… though that might make her smile… but nly if she is into hot guys… she might be into hot girls and that would make me feel awkward for saying hot guys first…
I’ve sold a couple of my pictures in the past.. once for a school book in Denmark and another for a magazine that is sent to all the members of the Musician’s Union in the UK.. (print run 6,000).
I’ve been asked to provide a fee for a picture that is wanted for another school textbook… but this print run is much larger, 40,000 and they want to use the image digitally for 10 years. I’m a bit stuck for fees. I was thinking of a simple formula of last fee x 7 but I’m stumped with the 10 year digital thing…
Yesterday was a crappy day for my daughter. She had issues with the boyfriend the night before…. she had a long day at work.. she had a hang-over which lasted ‘til tea time… (I guess she doesn’t always pay attention to my mistakes) and all she wanted was her mum closely followed by her dressing gown. We planned a girly night in… she watched Gossip Girl whilst I made dinner.. and then we settled down to watch a movie.
"Mum and Daughter snuggly night" very rapidly turned into "Mum and Daughter blubbing their way through 2 hours and 20 minutes of "I am Sam" Night"… I did warn her… but sometimes a daughter just can’t be told.