At war … in my head
Tooth still hurts, worked till midnight last night, still no word from Susan about Miss Chloe’s debut into the world, tire fixed, J-Ho labeled “frigid” by Demure because she’s upset that she didn’t get my job, paper’s at press and I’m trying to get my office in order before I leave town.
Several of our attendees as well as our presenters at our upcoming convention are canceling left and right, due to the threat of war and expected terrorism. It’s sad, really, because everyone’s on hyper alert, waiting for the worst to happen. I was wondering, if I were to fake a nervous breakdown, could I stay behind and not leave D.C. (although this ain’t really the greatest place to be these days).
I awoke this morning when the Percocet wore off, around 5:45 a.m., to see a B-rate soft porn airing on Showtime. The most interesting part was when an alert began flashing across the screen. “This is a test of the Fairfax County system. There is an emergency situation in Fairfax City/Falls Church. Tune to Fairfax cable channel 16 for updates.”
I started to panic but my head was too heavy for me to shoot out of bed. I turned on channel 16, but it was an infomercial. I turned on the news and heard nothing more of it, although there was some joker in a tractor, armed with explosives, parked in the reflecting pool at the National Mall. So I took another Percocet and went back to my happy land — I can’t deal with this shit right now. Although, I think we’ll arrive in Anaheim unharmed, but coming back to D.C. will be the problem. Oh well. At any rate, can’t wait to drive to Reagan National Airport through morning rush hour traffic! (I feel that anxiety-induced seizure coming on. …)