Thursday,
January 30, 2003
Unclean, unclean!
Wow. It sounds like everyone is coming down with the plague -- Lyndon said that almost the entire first-line support team at TSB has something similar to what I had (although theirs might be related to eating shellfish at Hooters, or so they claim. I dunno if this is just a really stupid attempt to look macho or what).
But never fear -- I'm feeling better today, although I'm still getting a lot of rumbles in the tumbles, as Lyndon would say (he also took a look at my badly distended tummy yesterday and said in hushed tones, "My God, baby, you look pregnant." Gotta love those bacterial by-products). At least I don't feel like I'm going to pass out any more, which is good because I have to finish writing up an interview when I go home tonight and send it off to the editor in England. Yes, I'm breaking into journalism -- whoda thunk it?
Speaking of writing, I am really getting the creative urge today. Don't know if it's a reaction to feeling so crappy yesterday, but suddenly I really want to write something, anything. I want to work on A PREPONDERANCE OF PYRAMIDS, I want to send more stuff off to editors, I want to finish the post-Rapture piece with Steve, I want to get what's in my brain OUT there.
I don't write because
I like it, you know. I write because I have to. And right now, I really,
REALLY have to.