Inventory: Cymbalta-failure crazy, check. Agony-inducing catch in the back, check. Garden despair, check. Sciatica flareup, check. Aimless self-weariness, check. Out of cookie-cutter-but-addictive Harlan Coben novels, check. Another New Orleans summer, no more pretending there might be one more nice cool spell, check. H*rr*c*n* season, check.
All this, and I gotta go be on TV tomorrow too. I don't want to, am in no shape to -- I'm as stiff as a board and as tranked as Kathleen Blanco after the le
Published on June 13, 2009 02:26