Monday,
March 18, 2002

Yeah, I'm working miracles again

Arrgh. This is a short one, kids, because to be honest I'm bloody exhausted. Between sporadic insomnia, being asked to complete two piles of paperwork at one time, and with three things to critique for FutureClassics tomorrow, I'm on the ragged edge right about now.

I have no idea what's causing the insomnia, by the way. I think I need to swap out pillows and try to find something more contoured. Either that, or just grab some of the cushions from the couch and see if I can sleep on those. Those CraftMatic adjustable beds ("A taste of the nursing home to come!") are starting to look better and better.

And Jolene never brought Pooch back. Although I have my suspicions of where he is, she says, listening to the occasional bark echo from the supposedly empty apartment next door.

Damn. Now I feel guilty, and Lyndon said that he never said she wasn't supposed to bring him back, just that she was supposed to keep him overnight on Sunday. Poor Pooch -- he has separation issues as it is. Keeping him in an empty apartment by himself must be driving him nuts.