Breadwinner Extraordinaire.

I'm going to be out for awhile while I work out of home for a bit. I've seasonal employment for about two weeks, and expect to bring in about three-hundred dollars from the whole gig.

Once I have everything ironed-out, I'll see about setting up my laptop, but if I can't, expect mail, or something - I have some holiday cards that have been stuck on my desk for awhile now.

Last night was the first stick-around snow of New York for me. It's very cold, and the flakes were super thick and fluffy like the stuffing for pillows. It was like someone tore open a gigantic pillow in the sky, and it looked something like this:Also, I should've had a Sailing Passport added to that cover interior, but I've had a bit of a problem. I'm not the best with Photoshop, as much as I like working with it, and had gotten a bit layer-happy. I had typed-up the entirety of a license for travel aboard Danneskjold Shipworks' vessel, "The Gypsy Shadow", and then added Krmmstopp's signature, which I was rather pleased with. I had rasterized everything but had forgotten to merge it all so that I could paste it into the cover, and secure it with a fake black button when I closed the image (Which I hadn't saved - good thinking there, Zack.) and promptly went to plop it in the middle of my page only to get:

"FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN THE TERMINATION OF CONTRACT AS WELL AS A FEE NO LESS THAN THREE-HUNDRED MARKS OF ANY GOLD-BACKED CURRENCY.

I HEREBY STATE THAT I UNDERSTAND THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS OF DANNESKJOLD SHIPWORKS AND TRAVEL ABOARD ITS VESSELS.

X______"

Just words. No cool bill. No signature. I had only gotten the bottom layer of the contract.
Bluh.

Anyways, I'm off to go work my ass off. Winnin' that bread like a champ.
I've only two more seasonal gifts to arrange. I'm just about done.

I've got to buy one copy of Atlas Shrugged for John, and browse skirts with Hjalmar, because that Holiday Layaway shit is totally a gimmick.

...I guess technically, I still need to wire $250 to Catherine to pay off half a loan, but that's not really a gift, because if it were a gift, she wouldn't let me do it.

I'll miss you guys - you know who you are.