5 texts in a row just came in: bing bing bing bing bing. I really don't want to look and see what it is. A message that's 5 x 160 characters really can't be good news.
The story is taking shape. Three hours of work for 500 words I couldn't have gotten any other way. Goddamn. This business of writing could really drive a person to drink.
You can totally have Rush Limbaugh! He's in critical condition. Just take him. I know he's fat and old and probably not (though possibly) a virgin, but he's all yours. I know my offering him up is like trying to pawn pyrite, but dude, any leverage I can get on 2010 is good shit. He's got to be worth something, right?
I am sleeping in 3 hour chunks. Now that I've taken my Tylenol Extreme Cold and added photos to most of my Spain entries (that's right, bitches, go back and look!) I am going back to bed.