I am busy as fuck. My wife and I have started a PR firm, and it’s going through the roof. It’s crazy how successful we are becoming. We started a blog three days ago, a digest of all the best bloggers in a certain genre… and it’s amazingly successful. It’s been live for three days,and we had over three thousand hits today.
My lovely wife is going to be on the radio tomorrow. She’s going to be an expert on a panel discussion, and it’s on a Spanish language station, so… super cool points for my sweetheart. My end of our business is doing well. I’m writing about ten blogs a day, along with press releases, correspondence, an online tutorial on monetizing your blog (I’m teaching it), and… shit… marketing, marketing, marketing.
It’s got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it.
More idols than realities. I’m ok. You’re so so.
The downside of this fantastic upheaval of fortune is this. We both get as much sleep as new parents. I’m punchy all the time, and I write like a goddamn stroke victim. Four and five hours of sleep a night for weeks is a killer. Thank god for fatty foods, sweets, weed, and Diet Pepsi. I’m going to live forever. However, we have made a SPLASH. We raised thousands of dollars through a pledge drive for a photographer to be able to have a showing at a museum. A real photographer in a real museum. It was a big deal and we pulled it off in twenty four hours. It was nuts. We’re really good at this. There just aren’t enough hours in the day, and we’re not making enough money for both of us to stay home, which is a super bummer.
So I’m looking for a full time job for supplemental income, but mostly for the benefits. One can’t be without health insurance in America. So… it seems like following your bliss may work. The universe has certainly been good to us in this arena. We meet people, network, connect… it’s crazy. It’s crazy because this isn’t a thought out business model. We just did it because.
And now I must go because the baby has peed through her diaper and soaked the bed. Ah, life.
“There’s an end of my cigar. The girls will wonder where we are.” - Konx Om Pax, motherfuckers.
Later. Life’s nuts, but good. I’m fucking tired.
