I've just gotten publicists tummy. It's that nervous I-think-I-might-throw-up sensation in the pit of your stomach. It's not actually unpleasant, probably because I'm so used to it. But I haven't had it for years. Today, this morning, I wrote a press release for a friend, and there it is! How strange. How truly strange.
Two sleeping sick children. Not too sick to eat apricot pie with cream though, while watching HOUSE I might add.
Mr H, how is tv guide? And how come you no check in wid me no mo? Has my domestic tedium gotten the better of you? Did Jerry Garcia visit you in a dream?
Posted by misswhistle
at 07:33 PDT
