![]() Thirty minutes before takeoff, my flight simply vanished off the departure flight board. I think I may have gotten TB on one of the flights or maybe from that guy who brought the goldfish into my room. ![]() Did I mention that I wake up coughing every night. It’s like a frigging elephant graveyard for writers.ĭid I mention that the hotel maid hid my hairbrush so I had to use my toothbrush to comb my hair. I hope you all realize Fitzgerald and Nathanael West DIED OUT HERE. What was it that Scatman Crothers said to the kid? There ain’t nothing in room 562, but don’t you ever, ever go in there.įinally I realized I was in the wrong wing. I got lost in the hotel this morning, wandering the floors like in The Shining. ![]() Is Nancy Reagan dead? I think I just saw her. You let the guy put the goldfish in your room means send hookers at 3 a.m. My belief is that the guy who showed up at my hotel door with the live goldfish sent them. I’m still traumatized by those hookers banging on my door at 3 a.m. ![]() Still madly editing the short story manuscript until a ninety-minute car ride to my event, followed by an early morning flight to Salt Lake. Eleven straight hours of sleep and eighty-two ounces of caffeine and a B12 shot from an alleged pharmacy and I’m still exhausted. ![]()
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