imaginarycircus

My email address is circus at gmail. So it gets used a lot by people who don't know their own email addresses or the email addresses of friends.

Some poor woman in Grimsby Ontario used my email address to set up a dating profile on a Senior Meet up site thingy. So every day I've been getting photos of nice men in their late 50s and early 60s who are looking for love. I just went in and deleted the account because I really don't know how else to communicate to this woman that she's used the wrong email address to set up her account. I hope she figures it out and then finds love. I did send a message to the site that I was closing the account because it was opened with my email address.

I'm also still getting emails and LinkedIn requests from that Hollywood producer type. I have no idea who he thinks I am, but I am not the writer or production person he is looking for, who is I believe, 3ring.circus at gmail. Whatever. At least he stopped sending me screenplays to look over.

I'm also somehow on some circus group and they keep putting meetings on my calendar. I would be annoyed if I actually used my google calendar, but I don't.

In short I am not the droids you're looking for.

I dragged myself to the gym in the snow. I think if I can go most days and I never eat any muffins or croissants at the coffee shop I should lose some weight. *fingers crossed*

I feel like my whole life is about numbers right now. How many calories I burn vs. how many I consume. How many words I write. It's not bad. It's just kind of odd. At least I like numbers.

In closing--omg snow. Now all the filthy black snow piles are perfectly white again. But they are head high.

I've been crawling through the first two chapters of this rewrite. CRAWLING. There is so much to adjust and tinker with and worry about. I'm hoping the rest of the draft will come more quickly once I nail down this part.

6375 / 80000 words. 8% done!

It snowed all day and boston.com is now measuring snow according to Shaq. OMG. More snow and possibly freezing rain tomorrow. (gacked from lilaia).

I'm just glad we're not getting a cyclone like those poor people in Queensland, Australia. They've already had terrible flooding and this cyclone, Yasi, is being called "the worst in history." D:

And Mubarak said he won't run for reelection. Jeez. Step down already, crazy man.

Simon, who owns the coffee shop, is in the hospital with a nasty flu that turned into an infection. I'm quite worried about him and hope he's on the mend!