Shhhh…that wheezing….do you hear it? That’s me, coming up for air from a work project from the filthy bowels of hell. It’s actually a well-intended and important project, meant to reduce binge-drinking in my county. However, the thunderous amount of tedious writing is making me want to binge-drink in the worst way. It looks like I'm in for 12-hour days and weekends at the office for another two weeks, unfortunately.
Guess who’s getting drunk on Easter?
That’s right. My elderly relatives.
Meanwhile, my personal life has become a hairball coughed up by Satan. Which is to say, not anything to be desired, and highly unattractive. Case in point: over the weekend, I actually said this to J: “Oooh! Tell me when it’s two o’clock. I want to watch Victory Garden on PBS.”
(Hmmm…something tells me the Lillian Vernon people were on to something by adding me to their mailing list.) Anyway, I related this “funny” anecdote to my brother, and he called me a loser. I replied, “I know you are but what am I!” and then punched him in the thorax.
Okay, I didn’t punch him, or say that. But I wanted to.
Also, there is book news! I spoke with my editor last week. The new contract is being finalized, and we’re looking at a tentative release in June of 2008 as a Ballantine trade paperback. I. Can’t. Wait.
In the meantime, when I’m not weeping with frustration at the office, I’m working on the next book.
In my free time.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! Free time! *sigh* Sometimes I just crack myself up.
And before I forget, have you noticed just how many people are now appending their statements with “You know what I mean?” or “Do you know what I’m saying?” It’s becoming insidious. Stop this infernal trend now, before it’s too late!
Well, I best get back to work. That mile-high stack of paperwork in 8 point font isn’t going to analyze itself.
You know what I mean?