I'm tired, falling over the table as I write this, September 2, 2010. I'm stressed out, overworked and I still got the task of promoting my book signing party while working 80 - 90 hours per week. I'm trying to be more disciplined in my journaling, but I hate carrying around my laptop and at the end of the day I can only muster up funny tweets and status messages on facebook throughout the day because I can do that on my phone as I'm making runs at work. Because my dick is long and my time is short, I've come up with a strategy to promote out in the streets while working OT every single day of the week.
No time for dating, and this one yummy, chocolate lady even told me once, "Glenn, you're all work and no play." I'm not sure if the lady of a lighter shade will wait on me or even believes me. I guess when you come across men who ain't on shit more often than not, its hard to believe that I spend my free time working and not playing. My room is a fucking mess as a result because I just throw my clothes on the floor every night until I have time to wash them. Right now, I'm just waiting on my flyers to be printed so I can hit the streets again.