"Courageous, untroubled, mocking and violent-that is what Wisdom wants us to be. Wisdom is a woman, and loves only a warrior." -- Friedrich Nietzsche
The fairy tale came out of me in one massive shplurt between 3:30 this morning and the flight attendant standing next to me at 7:00 saying, "Miss, miss, you have to turn off your phone now," while I waited for the "Publish Post" bar to make its way across the bottom of my tiny little Blackberry screen.
It's what Anne Lamott calls a "shitty first draft" right now, so I'll have to go back and do some revisions, but isn't life just one shitty first draft after another?
I'm in Chicago, it's hot, and I approved the first form on the first pull at 9:00 CDT (pressmen get rewarded for this by salesmen, generally with bottles of Don Julio or Johnnie Black, because a press that keeps running is a press that makes money. Multiple pulls or even re-plating delays not only my job, but every job scheduled to run behind me. A first-sheet approval means that the first side of my form will be finished by noon or so).
Cigarettes are $5.60 a pack here, and Bob and I had a couple of those "no-calorie business breakfasts" of McDonald's Sausage Biscuit with Egg Meals on the way into the plant from O'Hare. Later he will take me to my favorite Mexican joint in Waukegan and we will have that special "no-calorie chorizo and cheese" tortilla thingy.
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