Was up until 4 a.m. working on a graphic design project where I get to draw Dorothy Parker knocking back martinis with ghosts and skeletons. How great is that?
The job, not the not sleeping part.
The working until 4 a.m. thing was regrettable but unavoidable. I had a crazy deadline to submit the first chapter of my memoir, an essay called “The Bear” along with a bunch of other writerly chores, by 11 p.m. last night. Before that was work. Before that was a migraine. Before that was more writing and work.
Now all that’s left, since I’ve slept a bit and worked some more, is a desire for pie. I’ve found a pie better than mine and it’s downtown and since I’M DOWNTOWN TOO, and that only happens two or three times a week, I may drag Claire to get pie after we’re done at Hugo House.
And I’m not going to tell her this, her being one cubicle away from me, I’m going to assume that she’ll read about it on Tumblr first.