Hey, the script ain't done. You might see me on your doorstep yet.
The Minearverse 6: Fiery Thread of Death
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls, The Inside and Drive), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath. Oh, and help us get Terriers dvds!
Monique, I'm closer and I need help with moving from my old spacious closets to my newer less so.
So if Kristen really wants to procrastinate, I got stuff for her to do.
Perhaps we could set up a time-share agreement?
Later, I will have a hilarious story about the new lengths I've gone to to avoid writing. In the interim, the Hollywood Reporter has an article about post-strike specs:
All too quiet on the post-strike front.
Perhaps we could set up a time-share agreement?
Seriously!
I'll take Kristen for the next two weeks (being red-weeks on the timeshare calendar). You can have her for the remaining 50, including the high demand State- Fair time!
HA! I think I will taking it easy for the next few weeks. Let me tell y'all about the time I thought I was having a heart attack...
No, seriously. I just got home from the hospital. The final verdict is that I'm healthy as a horse and it is most likely that my esophagus was attacking me for some sadistic reason. Perhaps it didn't like how the new spec was going either.
I do wish that my esophagus would have protested in a way that didn't involve a 911 call, an ambulance ride, several EKGs, echos and sonograms, a cat scan, a stress test and an overnight stay in the cardiac wing at Cedars. I mean, the private room was nice but I'd be very happy to never stay there again.
Yikes, Kristen! Glad you're OK after all.
Kristen! I'm so glad it was nothing.
Good god, Kristen! Very glad you're OK and that it wasn't heart related. Stupid esophagus.
Thanks guys! It was totally terrifying but with a happy ending. And there were some funny moments. For example, believing that I'm having a heart attack? It will not stop me from noticing that the paramedic treating me is really hot. It will also not stop me from wondering why the ambulance is taking LaCienega instead of San Vicente.
Polgara was, as usual, awesome. She dropped everything to go to my house and make sure the paramedics had locked everything up. She also picked up a bunch of stuff for me and brought it to the ER, despite being apparently traumatized by my underwear drawer.
I was honest with the heath care people about my habits and vices, including the smoking. At one point, when I was up in my room and feeling normal again, one of them asked me, "Do you plan to quit smoking?" I replied, "Dude, I've lost 43 pounds. I work out six days a week. I've put a lot of effort into being healthier. And now I'm in a HOSPITAL. I'm afraid to find out what happens if I stop smoking."
The dude assured me that he doubted those things were related. I remain skeptical.
And now I think I'm going to shower for an hour and scrub off any residue from the bajillion electrodes that have been stuck to various parts of my body over the past 28 hours.