Sent Sunday night:

"Hey, Aaron, it's me. Sorry for being incommunicado lately. Eaten alive by work, you know how it is. Spent all weekend, I swear, tied to my chair at the computer, just writin' and checkin' things on the net. I think I took bathroom breaks every now and then. I probably ate something, too. But! It's done. Something I wrote, in ( Read more... )

Saturday, 7:13 P.M."Hi, Scott! Just me, calling to see if maybe you'd like to get together for coffee sometime. Not much going on. Just finished work on a new article - well, no need to get into that. You know how it is. I'm, um, doing okay. The bruises are healing, and the cuts have pretty much scabbed over. Everything feels okay, too. I guess I'm ( Read more... )

To Aaron Grossman, with crowd noise faint in the background:"Hey, there! Calling from Shea right now. Braves-Mets. This is the good life, right? Had to get out of my apartment, so I thought I'd- Yeah! Hell, yeah! Floyd just crushed one out! Up yours, Bravos! Woo-hoo! The wheels are starting to fall off, my friend, just look at 'em go. Anyway, when ( Read more... )

Okay, new rule: wallow in your crap for a limited amount of time, get it out of your system, and then go do something about it ( Read more... )

Well, shit. This again ( Read more... )

Justice Telbit just called on Ray Hubbard's behalf. He really does want to meet me, for whatever socialite reasons he has. First Sabby, now me . . . and I absolutely held out for at least as much as she got. Why not? It will give Ray and me something to chuckle about when we get together. Assuming he has a sense of humor about that kind of thing ( Read more... )

I called her that, anyway, and she didn't correct me. Are we friends? Friends again? Were we before? The whole business in the park, and at the theatre ( Read more... )

I'm burning bridges left and right with people I've known (or thought I've known!), I have a headache that won't stop, and now I'm out of wine. Well, that just figures, doesn't it ( Read more... )