Wednesday Night Musings

It's 10:30 p.m. as I write this and I have a call scheduled in seven hours. Fuck. Me. It's too early to go to sleep now because I'm too wired and nervous about potentially oversleeping. Conversely, it's too late to go to the rave or hang out with the supermodels. What's a boy to do? I guess I'll instead work on my memoirs, which are tentatively entitled either "It's Not Me, It's Still You" or "Harry Potter and The Fabblegrub Gang." I figure the last one would immediately sell a million books if I can crank our 900+ pages of text, but there's that pesky copyright issue to deal with. Oh well, I'll have plenty of time to think about it on my 5:30 a.m. call. Wheee!