I got a deadline fucked up in my head, and something I thought was due tomorrow at noon was due today at noon. Oops. I had it on my list and everything.
Luckily, I have some flexibility and an editor who trusts me, so I’m working on finishing the column now (it’s coming together, but finding the flow is a challenge, even when I know the various points I want to make. I usually don’t even find my way “in” to the piece until it’s nearly finished, so . . . yeah, that’s fun.)
My car is in the shop, and I didn’t have time to stop and dinner, so I ordered delivery from this Thai place that I love, and it just got here about 20 minutes ago.
I’m eating the spiciest drunken noodles I think I’ve ever had, listening to Portishead, and writing a column that currently sucks, but will not suck when I turn it in.