And this is a link from my son. It seems that my lawyer, the one I talked with last week, the one camping out in his Saturn, isn’t the only one living in his car these days…Help! Please help me. I can’t stop embedddddiiinnng…I think the bot got me!
Give me a minute. No, give me the morning. I’m STILL trying to embed these names. OK. They work. That only took three years off my life…
Forget me. Go read Siobhan. How DOES she do it, this girl. She quits the rat race, moves to Paris, launches a brilliant blog, comes home, struggles, launches another brilliant blog and then… THEN, like some high wire trapeze artist on a cloud swing (Which means to perform without a net), she pulls a fucking perfect triple. She lands a job. And not just any job. A great gig working as a consultant with too many clients. No, really. It’s almost unbearable.
When you’re done there, click over to BG. This woman lives a a bit closer to the ground but never fails to let life in, even if it comes in the form of edible bowls. (Edible bowls?)
P.S. Thanks to The Almighty Wolcott for his sympathy re my swarm of bots.
