SBA: 1:30am on Another Deadline

If I hear that fuckin’ Umbrella song one more time I’m gonna scream! I’ve been sitting here at my desk since about 9:30am. It’s 1:30am the next day. I am so tired of looking at this issue. So tired of being tired. Everything I’ve done and it’s still not enough. Did you add this, or this? No.

No

No.

I feel so scuzzy. I think I have a heat rash on my stomach. My leg is swollen. My brain is tired. My clothes are dirsty. I smell like sweat. My ears itch. Ever just feel like you are falling apart? Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I want a shower and my bed and some clean clothes and some sleep. Maybe not in that order. But I want it all! I will have it after I am driven home. After the magazine is done. After the publisher gets me the remaining materials to finish. the ones he’s been working on for a long lime.

Long.

Looooooooooong time.

Cry me a river…remember me to the Alamo. Remember the little dog in the dog food commercials who would chase the little wagon into the Chuck Wagon dog food bag? I loved that commercial. Commercials were so cool when I was young. Back in the 1970s. Catchy Jingles. silly songs. Tacky and silly. I knew them all by heart.

Sigh.