Brain dead
Friday, April 29, 2005 at 5:13PM Dateline: above the garage in Portsmouth RI, 29 April 2005
Up at 0500 and writing for two hours. Then the 90 minutes on stage. Then another two hours of writing. Then two+ hours on flight home.
Then some bonding with family. Then I realize that the health insurance I bought is probably crap, thanks to some fine print I note on the first "this is not a bill" letter.
Then my five-year-old cries because I say I have to go upstairs to write more and can't play with his new Sponge Bob dolls.
Then I re-edit the entire 9.3k piece, hoping to gain momentum to finish it. When I get to the end of the editing, I am brain dead, realizing I have written and edited 7k of words today.
Beer, hugs, bed. Then up to kill this f--ker tomorrow morning.
Warren has three hairs left on his head waiting for this in NY. We have to get it edited for production by start of business on Monday. I expect to have one hair left by then.
Ooops!
Jerry just showed up and he's asked to write:
YOU PLAY WITH MY SPONGE BOB TODAY UPSTAIRS NOW--AND PATRICK AND THE PATTY CAR (PATRICK DRIVE IT).
The rest gets kind of confused . . .
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