Thank you for all the encouragement after my last post, everyone. After I tooled around here, I went and emailed the three people who I’m most worried about impressing with this book, announced my intention to write a book, and told them they were the three people I’m most worried about impressing with said book. They were all enormously positive in their responses, so now I really have no excuses. And I’m not making any. I’m in Philly now, but on the drive down here I wrote the first chapter in my head. I’ll be able to start writing for probably two hours a day starting this Wednesday. I’d start right now but I’m working on this big feature that I need to turn in on Tuesday. So once that first draft is in, I’ll be able to relax a little and begin the thing.

I’m staying in the downtown Marriott in Philly right now, and it’s like a cross between Vegas and Spring Break, here. There is some kind of convention going on that requires at least one person on every floor to be completely wasted and waiting for an elevator. I really have no clue what is happening. But as I rode the Otis freight up to the 17th floor, it stopped 16 times and I saw a lot of drunk people. There may or may not be a techie prom happening in the lobby. I had no idea it was even Saturday night. Le sigh.

I wasn’t gonna order room service, but here I am, hungry at 12:39 am. Don’t forget we gain an hour tonight. This has never meant anything to me except that one year when I was 14 and at Knott’s Scary Farm and the park stayed open an extra hour. That was so flippin’ sweet. But since then, nothing. I guess maybe having an extra hour of sleeping in college was probably nice, but I probably used it to drink.