Downside to being practically comatose for two weeks? Work, of course. I am wondering if I can just say, "Masters of the Universe, I am dreadfully sorry that I cannot present my views on the current situation in Ciudad Juarez and its impact on the regional and global financial markets and the rise of the cartel system because I have spent the past two weeks listening to Motown and self medicating with carbohydrates. Lo siento! I love you, though! Charlotte." That won't go over very well, right?
I need 50 pages of awesome put together and typed by tomorrow. I also need to look presentable and say smart things about said fifty pages of solid gold. And where exactly is the gin?
No extension possible. Also, I would hate to own up to the entire 'dumped' bit even though it may buy me an extra day or two. I don't enjoy pity outside of bloggity goodness.
SIGH. Still alive. More posts to come.
