Didn't really have much of a weekend — went in to work yesterday at 8 AM and got out around 11 PM, and went back in at 8 again this morning for another 10½ hours. All told, the weekend brought my overtime this week up to 40 hours.
I'm a bit tired, but the money won't suck.
I'm hoping I'll have a normal social life again one of these days. Karen and I want to go to the local SCA dance practices, but they're held outdoors and the last couple of weeks have been too cold. I'd love for us to get together again with Simon and Melissa. But it's hard to do things at night when I have to get up at 4 AM to go in to work. Arrrgh.
In addition, I've got a big modeling project that just popped up, for an appreciable amount of money. Karen scoffed, Thirst-like, about my prospects of achieving fame, wealth and power from the work I did on Soap Opera, but this job was a direct result. Take that, Thirst! I was planning on doing some character designs this weekend, but obviously there wasn't time for that.
I finally broke down and ordered Spike Jones Off the Record: The Man Who Murdered Music. I never thought I'd ever be the sort of person who reads biographies, much less goes out of his way to order them, but there you go.