I’ve been about ready to go all golden eagle on somebody for a couple of days now.
- My phone died.
- My Gmail is frozen. I cannot send from my account.
- I have 500 invitations and 1000 press releases to send out…today. And see above.
- My blogging course announcement went out and I’ve got phone messages and emails from people who’d like to register. And see above.
- I can’t write the press release until an author gets back to me with her bio, for which I’ve been waiting three weeks. At this point I’d be tempted to make shit up (she was raised by jackals on the African veldt…studied alchemy under Paracelsus at Tokyo Polytechnic) if indeed there existed the possibility I could send the emails in the first place, which there is not. See above.
On the bright side:
- a friend promised not to commit suicide for at least two weeks, and
- my father’s apparently haunting the CFB Borden Flying Club, so at least he’s having fun.
















