Like Dreamers Do Wednesday, October 29, 2003

My CD drive is dead--just days after I cunningly moved my stereo into the living room, figuring I'd use my computer for listening to music in the back room. We hardly knew ye. Also discovered that I'm scheduled to be on call Thanksgiving Day. In other words, I need to be within range of a computer or the office until I get the all-clear from the editor in charge. Isn't journalism wonderful?

A migraine day. I walked outside expecting a chilly day, and it was hot. Just when I'd adjusted to that, the train was air-conditioned; my head started to pound. Then out into the hot air again. Pound pound pound. Then my friend's air-conditioned office. Pound pound pound. Then hot air. Pound pound pound. Then a stiflingly hot bus. Pound pound pound. So I took some Tylenol, drank some caffeine, and revisited my evening meal. Still feel woozy. But tomorrow morning will be swellegant: There's nothing like waking up without a migraine. Unless it's a tumor, in which case this blog will get even more ponderous.

Tomorrow Mrs. WTJ and I talk to the priest: We need him to sign some paperwork certifying that we attend his church and we don't eat babies. If he doesn't play, I'll slip him a few bucks.

@ 9:47:00 PM,

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