I haven't been doing much the last couple days. Mostly finishing another erotica title. The last one, the first one I wrote entirely on this trip, did really well even though I didn't think it was that great, so in a couple months that'll net me a few bucks.
I had some errands to run too, like replenishing my water supply and getting some Band-Aids for the blister on my right toe. The toe is part of the reason I didn't feel like walking around museums or anything. That and every museum seems to cost like $20. Sitting at Starbucks writing is a lot cheaper and it takes up more time. As I Tweeted, sitting at Starbucks looking up Amazon on my Microsoft-powered computer while listening to Pearl Jam seemed like the most Seattle thing I could really do.
I didn't even get up until 11:30 on Wednesday. It's kind of funny to think people on the east coast were almost done with work and I was just getting out of bed. Anyway, to badly quote a Josh Joplin lyric, There are probably a lot of nice things you can do in Seattle; I just can't think what they are. But I did what I wanted to do the most, so that's good.
I did apply for a few jobs and update my Linked In profile. I haven't gotten any interviews yet, so there's no reason to hang around. Tomorrow (or today in the Eastern, Central, and Mountain time zones) is a much busier day as I head from Seattle to Portland for the weekend, with in theory a stop at Cape Disappointment to see the lighthouse. I really should have read through the Chubby Chatterbox blog to find places to go in Portland. I suppose that's what the guidebook is for.
Other than that I ate some interesting tempura fried chicken and sushi. And beer-battered salmon. I'd eaten grilled and oven-baked salmon before, but I don't think I ever tried fried. It was good, but then most things are when they're fried, right?
And I did my laundry, so now I have plenty of clean underwear for the next phase of the trip.
Until next time...