Went to Washington, ate my dinner, saw my show, marveled yet again at the maximal coolness of my friend (who, among many other things, makes incredibly funny faces). Returned to New York this morning to find 99 e-mails (not counting blogmail) and two brush fires (one at a magazine, the other at a newspaper). Put them out, went to lunch, and found myself standing on an Upper West Side street corner next to two casually dressed young women who were walking their dogs.
WOMAN NO. 1 So, how’s the Prozac working?
WOMAN NO. 2 (beaming down at her dog) Oh, it’s just amazing–he doesn’t bark nearly as much since we put him on it!
I bet they don’t have conversations like that where you come from. Wherever you come from.
Radio silence resumes as of now. Something tells me I’ll be up late tonight flogging away at the last item on my itinerary….