The hazards of being this damn good.
September 28th, 2005 | by Scott Jennings |Last night around 7pm, my body said, “go lay down in your bed and turn the light off.” Fifteen hours later, my eyes reopened. I hope this mini-hibernation has obviated the need for my plan to check into a local hospital for supermodel-style “exhaustion.”
I’m about to head to the grocery store for a couple of quality steaks and a mid-ranged bottle of cabernet. This is the closest I have to the calm before the storm, with Katy’s sister’s wedding making landfall on Friday, with heavy sustained winds until the eyewall of the theater opening next weekend.
Is a hurricane metaphor totally tacky right now? Probably. At least I gave up on finding something to map to “storm surge.”
Ok, bye.
