Coming up for air in mid-medical-writing frenzy -- 1 project down (and hopefully not sucky) 3000 words to go. By tomorrow. I tried to take a break and call folks to decompress, but I got hung up on by small children twie at TWMAN&N's house -- neither of whom actually live there, as far as I could tell. I forgot Ana's birthday party is today.

So: Brain hurting, transcribing to go, haven't been out of my apartment in two days, still wearing my Kermit-print pj pants, hope to emerge tomorrow. Should be interesting.

It's actually probaly a good thing I'm doing production monkey work at the Trib Tower next week, as that will ensure I actually get my act together instead of sleeping for three days straight. SERENITY MONKEYS NOW, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Well, that made Angie laugh.