10-Nov-2005

Today has been particularly satisfying in terms of the things I needed to accomplish/things I actually did accomplish ratio.  I woke up pre-alarm, greeted the dawn, answered a couple of emails, then set out to make a grocery list.  I even walked my lazy ass into the kitchen to count the eggs in the refrigerator!   That's efficiency for you.  I knew the day was going to bring a number of wonders when I set out for my morning jog only to be blessed with Right Said Fred.  See, when you don't own an iPod, you are at the mercy of the DJ-yapping, Rod Stewart-loving atrocities L.A. calls radio stations.   Thank God (whom I hear loathes Rod Stewart) for Jack FM.  By the time I had hacked off half of my work to-do list mid-morning, I was ready to start writing.  Which I did.  For over an hour.  And now, after a turkey sandwich and a blast of warmth from the heater in my office, I am ready for a nap.  Perhaps I will settle for some hot chocolate...

Oh, wait, no time to nap just yet.  H-Berts, who has been writing behind closed doors with nothing but Tangerine breath mints and decaf coffee as sustenance, just called me into his office with the following faux proposition:

H-Berts:  Melissa, call the Writers' Guild.  See how they react when you tell them you're writing Act V of this episode.

Me:  I think they'll burn this bitch down. 

One day, I will take the WGA by storm.  But alas, today is not that day.