Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: March 27, 2001

Tuesday,
March 27, 2001

At least it's not as bad as yesterday

The email I've received due to yesterday's journal entry has been -- amusing, to say the least. Just remember that I was feeling somewhat dreadful and more than a little out of it.

I'm still not feeling all that swell today, so I'm home with the hope that I can finally get this bug knocked on the head. Sleeping seems to do that the best, and that's exactly what I did for most of this day.

Of course, I wasn't just sleeping, oh no. When I was awake and compos mentis, I was doing research on POP via the web. Not only are there a bloody slew of companies in this city named Pyramid [Business Name}, Inc., but you also get some really, um, unusual hits when you combine the search terms "Dallas" and "pyramid." I particularly like the Rockwall page, about a mysterious geologic formation discovered by early Texas settlers that resembles the foundations of an ancient city.

Yup, the ancient astronauts first settled Texas. That explains so much about this state.

But it's all grist for the mill, and exceptionally fertile grist at that. After writing the putative first scene, I realized that I really needed to start off with something that would set the tone and "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" pace more effectively. And suddenly it came to me -- what I really need a Greek chorus. So I now have a semi-pro R&B band from Michigan who will be drifting around the periphery of the action as innocent bystanders until the climax.

Man, I love this stuff.

Meanwhile, back on the ranch, Lyndon is getting geared up for his Green Card interview at the embassy on Thursday. Poor baby -- he sounds so absolutely frazzled on the phone. I honestly don't think he's going to have a problem -- he's English, we've been married for eight years, I make way more than the INS requires for immigrant sponsors, and he already has a job offer here. Right now it's just a matter of turning in all the right papers and touching all the bases.

But it's always the things that you don't expect or have no control over that wind up biting you on the ass. So he's fretting over the paperwork and going over his suit and shoes with a microscope, as they're the only things he can actively control at the moment.

Keep your fingers crossed on Thursday, eh?

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