Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, April 12, 2003 The Pitch: It's like Backdraft meets Eat, Drink, Man Woman! Mmm, nothing like a day of tedious work to wipe away all surreality. Yesterday ran the gamut from low to high and back again, as I found myself shitting blood in the morning, having an acid trip on the beach in the afternoon, talking comic books at dusk, and calling my brother with disastrously bad news in the evening. From what I can conclude: I'm fine, Tim's stuff isn't, and, on Baker Beach, if the artfully fake protest dollars don't get to you, the transexuals wearing old lady bras and thongs, or the grinning naked man with the bobbling penis, will. Edi was wonderful through all of it, and kind enough to put up with almost any crazy request I had during the day, whether it was dim sum as a victory "Hooray, I'm not dying!" lunch, or grape nuts as a consolatory "Aww, what's the point?" dinner. (And yes, that's also my reason for not posting....)As for today, it's all been piles and piles of monkeywork--long, long tapes of people calling in wanting to know about one of our lawsuits. Hours of tapes, with most of the calls in Spanish and none of the word processors working today knowing any Spanish. I can feel the urge for a vacation returning, this only two months after my last one. I want to take a few days off and go to the NAZ 8 and watch The Hero and play Splinter Cell, and wish my brother had his stuff back. posted by Jeff Lester | 5:42 PM | |
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