Reach for the stars, but don't hurt yourself.
Today, three days before my big trip, I have mentally checked out.
I have no desire to do anything productive UNLESS it involves the trip. You want me to write a headline for pancakes? Really? You want me to edit an 18-page recipe booklet written by Ted Allen. REALLY??
I've tempted to just call in sick for the remainder of the week, but that'd be cheating - and plus, I'll probably need those sick days when I return.
Tonight I'm seeing She & Him at Webster Hall (the shittiest venue in all of New York) and then tomorrow I'm seeing "November," the new David Mamet play starring Nathan Lane, Laurie Metcalf and Dylan Baker!
I simply am tired of waiting! Can't things just happen NOW?
I have no desire to do anything productive UNLESS it involves the trip. You want me to write a headline for pancakes? Really? You want me to edit an 18-page recipe booklet written by Ted Allen. REALLY??
I've tempted to just call in sick for the remainder of the week, but that'd be cheating - and plus, I'll probably need those sick days when I return.
Tonight I'm seeing She & Him at Webster Hall (the shittiest venue in all of New York) and then tomorrow I'm seeing "November," the new David Mamet play starring Nathan Lane, Laurie Metcalf and Dylan Baker!
I simply am tired of waiting! Can't things just happen NOW?