Archives for November 3, 2004

“The only moral to be drawn is that honourable causes are seldom advanced by the employment of lawyers.”

Auberon Waugh, Will This Do?

My cold seems to have given me a swollen uvula, which is one of life’s more comical complaints. It’s helping me concentrate on my writing, though, since I can’t really talk. On the other hand, I’m still feeling moderately crappy!

Once I get Today’s Piece written, drink several gallons of gently warmed fluids, and rack up a hard-earned nap or two, I might well feel moved to blog some more. But don’t count on it.

I continue to feel…well, crappy. Earlier today I went through with a face-to-face interview with a guy who’d set it up weeks ago and had come from out of town just to see me. I didn’t have the heart to blow him off, so I talked until what was left of my voice gave out. Since then I haven’t uttered a word, and outside of a couple of e-mails I haven’t generated any written ones, either. I’ve blown a deadline (not fatally, but it’s badly bruised). I cancelled my longstanding plans for dinner with four very attractive women–a good idea, too, since it’s not even eight o’clock and I can barely hold my head up. After I quaff some hot soup and NyQuil, I hope to become deeply unconscious and remain so until tomorrow morning.

That was my day. How was yours, OGIC?

“About Last Night” is currently being viewed in thirteen time zones. Obviously, somebody wanted to read about something else tonight.

And now I am soooo going to bed….