...but then I thought this email to a dear friend would make good material, and what the hell, it's already written. Hail to "cut and paste."
I just sent the job out by email. 12:14 a.m. Argh. Have to be at a deposition site 45 mins. away at 9:15 tomorrow morning. I mean THIS morning. What the fuck am I even going to wear? Do I have ANYTHING clean and ironed?Please send flowers. (I forgot to say, "Please send chocolate. And Diet Pepsi." Desperate times call for desperate measures.)I won't be blogging tomorrow. I'm now only nose-deep in shit. Before it was up to my eyes. By the end of tomorrow, though, it will be back over my head. This is not progress.
P.S. My eyes hurt.