Thursday, December 26, 2002


You know your editor has lost his mind when he corrects the spelling of an employee's name on a memo that was accidentally sent to the wire...At least he wasn't too cruel about my having sent out the memo. There I was, 8 p.m. on Christmas night, all by myself, doing a fantastic job, when instead of sending the memo to the cops guy downtown, I send it to hundreds of clients throughout Los Angeles and San Diego. And sign my name. Good thing it wasn't anything embarrassing.

Aside from that it was an excellent shift.

I had that dream again last night, where my iguana is biting me and not letting go...and trying to run away from me.

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