...before I go back under.
Only managed about 100 words today. Oh, well. That's better than zero words, right?
It's time for one of my (almost) regularly-scheduled crises. They always come up when I've got a major project in the wings or a show in the offing. Let's see: There's a show this weekend (check) and I'm getting ready to pitch another script (checkaroonie). Yep, it's time for a visit to Crisis City. Just when I should be oozing with confidence, said feelings drain like liquid from the water cooler of life. Cue the awful metaphors, folks! She's sinking fast!
Oh, I suppose it isn't really that bad, but it's just one of those things I have to learn to deal with. And I'm HOW old now?
Let's change the subject. Please. Dang, House was good tonight, wasn't it? And did anyone see Hugh Laurie with Craig Ferguson last night? What a hoot!
And yes, I missed Feline Friday last weekend. I'm afraid I just got overwhelmed with stuff. This Friday will be busy as well, but I've got some pictures in the camera, which is more than I can say for last week.
Tune in tomorrow for the Round Robin Photo Challenge. I've got my entry ready to post for a change, but since it's too early I'm going to go crawl into bed and try to get a little shuteye.
Writing, House MD,