Life, during the past two weeks:
- 7:30 AM – Alarm goes off. Press the snooze button repeatedly.
- 8:45 AM – Arrive at Starbucks. See if the girl who looks like Tina Fey is working. She isn’t.
- 9:00 AM – Arrive at work. Attempt to figure out how the hell all of the Warner accounting systems can interoperate.
- 3:00 PM – Still no clue on how the systems work together.
- 7:00 PM – Give up, go home.
- 7:30 PM – Arrive at the gym. Wait for random chick to finish her workout of walking two miles.
- 9:00 PM – Go to grocery store, tell the woman gathering signatures for her petition that I’m not interested. Again.
- 11:30 PM – Go to bed.
- 2:00 AM – Ponder what the underlying causes of insomnia might be.
As you can probably tell, the excitement around here is electric. If I owe you e-mail right now please understand that I’ll write back as soon as I’ve got a story to tell that won’t induce brain atrophy.