I survived, hooray! Made deadline with half an hour to spare, and would actually have been earlier but I was puttering around waiting in case some of the folks I was waiting for actually got back to me.
Yay. I did it.
I can now concentrate on my other gigs – I have a couple of web clients in the wings, plus a semi-overdue website to code up. I have my new Netflix writing gig to do. I have a web gig for the City, actually, which is really cool and I’ll announce more here when I can.
It’s weird, I’m drowning in work but don’t really feel like I’m making much dough. I suspect it’s because the only way I can motivate myself to work insane hours like I’ve been doing for the last three weeks is to make myself think I’m going to come up short next month, even if it’s not true. *sigh*
Oh, well. At least the bf is sweet and understanding and has put up with me being completely exhausted all the time for the last several weeks. Now I just have to catch up on sleep so I can actually be conscious around him for more than an hour at a time.
Life goes on. Soon it will be subbing season again and I’ll be working weird hours and trying to balance work and Aikido and tutoring and and and. Oy. Someday I will have a normal 9-5 job. Someday…
