To all the exceptionally kind, concerned individuals who've written me in the past few days (and even those who haven't):
Yes, I'm alright (said in the voice of that old woman at the end of "I Before E Except After C"). No, I'm not considering suicide.
I have, however, considered contracticide, adrepicide, and a general spree of idioticide (i.e. killing contractors, advertising reps, and idiots, respectively). I've also weighed the pros and cons of carrying out a city-wide water poisoning campaign specifically targeted at artists, including any graphic designer so completely consumed by the art/design of his work that he can't even consider the practical concerns of printing and mailing the damn thing. Of course, such folks might be covered under idioticide.
Basically, work's been hairier than usual these past couple of weeks, meaning my eyebags are a little more noticeable and my beard's a bit greyer. And my computer at home is still modem-less 'cause I haven't been able to get to CompUSA to score a new one yet (I hope to do so today). And to top it off, day before yesterday our server at work crashed big time; they estimate we'll probably be down for another week while they replace it.
However, there are quite a few bright spots in my life....
1. We're hiring a new person at work, and she'll be taking loads of work off my shoulders. Whew.
2. Jonno and I are working with some friends to produce a kick-ass show this October It's called Texas Chainsaw 90210, and it'll be playing through the end of the month at the glamorously tragic Audubon Hotel. The premise is pretty simple: take the cast of Beverly Hills 90210 and set them smack-dab in the middle of Texas Chainsaw Massacre--lots of camp, blood, and gore (viscera, not the Vice President). Locals and Halloween queens, join us if you can. We'll even supply you with garbage bags with which you can cover yourself, since things are gonna get messy....
3. The house, while not finished, is finally coming along at a reasonable pace. The plaster that needs to be replaced has been pulled down, and the sheetrocking process should begin late next week--as soon as we haul off the mounds and mounds of garbage that currently occupy most of the downstairs.
4. Most importantly, I have a loving and supportive boyfriend who'll entertain even my strangest whim--including a sudden hunger for bacon and bivalves....
--xo Richard
P.S. Happy birthday Sparky, Dante, and Matthew. Sorry I can't be there to hug and kiss each of you, but I'm sure there's someone up there who'll take on the extra responsibilities....
P.P.S. Don't look at the time stamp on this post. It's far too scary.
