My Cardboard Balcony

It has been a busy, busy week. First, I faced some trials in my teaching job, which of course was to be expected. Also, I hit the city and celebrated Bastille Day. Then I participated in a ping pong tournament. I later jammed in the music room at the school I worked at and got in touch with my musician side again. I worked a weekday shift at my bookstore for the first time in quite a while and got frazzled when nobody would leave at closing time. And today, I fell off my new bike, cleaned up my scraped knees, finished a transcription job, and got to see my fiancée shine in the opening night performance of Pirates of Penzance. ...Yeah, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Nooses and Neck Kisses by Belinda Roddie If this was love, then I was being slowly strangled.

The latest rewrite of the screenplay hit my desk at three thirty PM, when I was downstairs munching on my seventh bagel of the day. I couldn't help it. Those crispy bastards laden with sundried tomato cream cheese would literally be the death of me. When I went back to my office, not only was the script still sitting there, but its newest writer, Tiffany Sterling, was sitting in my swivel chair.