Me , my laptop, and a blanket in the park near the Tidal Basin. That's all I want. After about twenty hours of sleep in my own bed.

Because right about now I'm even ready to agree with Will about the name George. And that is definitely a sign that the apocolypse is near.

[private ( Read more... )

This is some of the best writing of my life.

[private]

I can't believe I'm doing this. I must be crazy to even have made the appointment. But it's too late now. Ten o'clock on Monday and my fate may change completely.

[/private]

It's been over three weeks since I wrote a decent bit of dialogue. Never mind a joke that was funny. I need to... do something. Everything I write winds up sounding vaguely like a dry speech on the furnishings in the Lincoln bedroom. And that's not the way into a producer's heart ( Read more... )

[private]

Uh-oh. I think I managed to make an enemy of Mandy's assistant, in addition to having already made an enemy of Mandy. Willie's not going to be happy.

And there's something going on with my boss that I just can't quite figure out.

Is it too late to go back to my apartment and hibernate for the next few months?

[/private]

[flocked to CJ, Carol, Daisy and the rest of the women on the flist, minus Mandy ( Read more... )

Why aren't elephants allowed on beaches?
Because they can't keep their trunks up!

Somehow, I don't think this is what Amy Gardner meant when she asked me to work on Sesame Street.

Willie, you really need to talk to your staff about who they do and don't allow in your office unattended. What if I had been someone from a competing campaign? Who knows what interesting tidbits I could have picked up? Like what information that mysterious letter you were typing contains ( Read more... )