Yes, that’s me screaming.
I’ve lost all capability of scheduling my time. At the worst possible time, too.
I have several articles started; some being flashes of absolute brilliance that I was bright enough to jot down into notepad while still blinded by the brilliance. Of course, on second, sober, daylight read-through, I realize that my “brilliant flashes” closely resemble a drunken rant. I could deal with that if I had been drunk.
Oh, yeah. And it looks like I’m going back to school. I have a meeting about that this afternoon, and I can’t even seem to schedule a shower in before leaving.
I need a PA for my personal life, never mind this sitcom production. I don’t suppose there is a bored, independently wealthy (’cuz I can’t pay you), non-dangerous wack-job out there that would like to become my right arm and day-planner? Anybody?