When I was a kid, I hated Thursdays. They were the worst, and I always seemed to take th most abuse from my classmates on these days. It was just so close to the weekend, and to Friday, the half day. And yet, it was also so far away: a full day of classes and a 2.5 hour gym class rife with ridicule and angst.
But today, I finally realized that, in the life of a freelancer, Thursday is the best possible weekday. Today, I picked up three new stories. Two are basically the same thing stretched out across two mags, but of these three outlets, two are new. New magazines, too. I added another new mag last week, so I am really rolling right now.
I don't know exactly how she managed to do it, but V crammed 2 cubic yards of vanilla pudding into an unlubricated Trojan. She then hung this slimy thing from the lamp post on the corner and proceeded to shoot holes in it with her high-powered BB gun.
This sent a rain of yellow, viscous liquid down onto those that happened to be ambling down Telegraph Ave. I swear, that lovely lady is completely crazy. I caught her buying chocolate pudding this morning, and I think I saw a fresh box of Trojans in her purse. I sincerely hope she's out of BB's, because the neighbors and shop keepers in this neighborhood are all sticky with anger.
They did enjoy the pudding, however.