Post by Carolyn on Sept 10, 2003 20:26:57 GMT -5
Oh my, it's coming down to the wire here and just at the last minute, I get a 7-day, 68 tape death penalty murder trial dumped in my lap.
So I've got my hyperactive court reporter friend calling me hysterically 10 times a day, to ask "How are you doing? What are you doing?" and each time, of course, I have to stop, take off my headphones, pick up the phone and tell him, "I'm typing." DUH!
I have been up at about 6 a.m., at work by 7 a.m., working till 10 p.m. at night with very few breaks and he tells me, "You need to push it". Damn, I'm 53 years old.
So tonight, I went out and got a bottle, so I am working till 10, but around 7, I poured myself a lovely little glass of Chambord, black raspberry liquor, and here I sit at the typewriter, bright red in the face (one little glass turns my skin RED), and somehow, I manage.
Well, only a week from tomorrow and I'm flying the friendly skies to London.
;D
So I've got my hyperactive court reporter friend calling me hysterically 10 times a day, to ask "How are you doing? What are you doing?" and each time, of course, I have to stop, take off my headphones, pick up the phone and tell him, "I'm typing." DUH!
I have been up at about 6 a.m., at work by 7 a.m., working till 10 p.m. at night with very few breaks and he tells me, "You need to push it". Damn, I'm 53 years old.
So tonight, I went out and got a bottle, so I am working till 10, but around 7, I poured myself a lovely little glass of Chambord, black raspberry liquor, and here I sit at the typewriter, bright red in the face (one little glass turns my skin RED), and somehow, I manage.
Well, only a week from tomorrow and I'm flying the friendly skies to London.
;D