I am so daggone busy, y'all, that I barely have time to fret over The Unbloggability, which given that it's LITERALLY a matter of life and death, is really saying something.
For starters, Job #2 is full-time for now, but I still have Job #1 (also full-time). Plus, because I am poor but also mildly insane, I got a THIRD (mercifully PART-time) job.
So...yeah. I worked until eleven last night at one job, had to be at a second at 6:30 a.m. withOUT spending the night downtown again, and worked fourteen hours straight, roughly half of which I spent running from place to place delivering things to various concession stands.
And here, because I am just bowled over by this and also STILL unmedicated for the raging ADD (now that I can finally AFFORD to pay attention, in that I have insurance that will cover both my shrink and my meds without breaking the bank, I do not have TIME to go to the doctor, nor do any of my jobs command enough brainpower to make that a priority), a brief digression into a tale about popcorn:
You know that utterly delicious, yellow-fake-buttery popcorn you buy at theaters, concerts, circuses, and sporting events? You know how sometimes you get a bucket of it that TASTES fine and doesn't seem stale in the least but just kind of sticks to your teeth, in a mysterious and aggravating fashion? Do you know why that is? I WILL TELL YOU WHY THAT IS. It's because most large venues actually truck the stuff in (or, more likely, have it trucked in by the promoters of a large-scale event, then freeze the extra) a couple of times per month, and fill their walk-in freezer with bags of it when they do. That popcorn freezes just fine, and defrosts and you would never know the difference, unless the venue had it frozen TOO long, in which case it sticks to everyone's teeth. BUT MFA MAMA, you say, I SEE THEM POPPING THAT CORN IN THE LOBBY. No, actually you do not. You see and smell them popping corn in the lobby for a) the illusion that the popcorn is fresh and b) the smell, because that makes everyone want popcorn.
Are you as grossed out by that as I am? Probably more so, since I still ate roughly my bodyweight in that nasty-assed, hydrogenated palm-kernel-oiled, frozen GMO popcorn today, but now we ALL know how ashamed I should be!
Aaaaanyway, you may or may not notice that there is a new advertiser on the blog. Lijit, a member of the Federated Media Publishing family, has partnered with the Clever Girls Collective and offered members (including yours truly) access to their kickass array of services including paid advertising (obvs), real-time analytics, fast payments, and what they claim is the "best human support in the business." Which honestly? I think they're right. I filled out a quick form expressing my interest, and almost immediately heard back from Farid in Publisher Development, who personally walked me through the process with a series of e-mails and seems like a good egg all-around. I don't gain anything by talking Lijit up, not even any kind of referral credit, I'm just explaining the new left sidebar content and letting y'all know that so far I'm really impressed with the company and as of yet they haven't blacklisted me for talking about cocks of any color or made me want to take a flamethrower to my own blog, so, you know: YAY.
And with that, I am off to try and finish The Apothecary's Daughter before my nighty-night pills kick in and it's a new day and I start a new job, AGAIN. Because despite all of the working, when I stop for a minute, the worry is still there, and I am trying to drown it out with historical fiction (and drugs of the legal variety). Wish me luck.