THE WEEK IN REVIEWReliable bullet-points? Check. An imperative first-person narrative? Affirmative. Glaring omissions? I'm sure of it:
- Sunday — Started late, missed the Sunday shows. NRO's BB gets locked out of his apartment. Watch "Rocky IV" on cable for the third time in three weeks. Be amazed at the number of montages in said movie. Leave for female friend's house for a real dinner. Get very ill along the way, be unable to finish eating. Stave off exhurlation. Take two Tylenol PMs, try to sleep early. Stay awake until 11:30. Drudge has the worst radio show.
- Monday — Throwing together of latest DCist monument profile: Jeanne d'Arc. A big nap. Reading extensively from Nexis printouts on a 2002 midterm race, then later Klosterman. Cut out TV almost entirely. Take suit to the cleaners. Early attempt at sleep, recovering from aknowledged self-imposed illness over the weekend. Late actual sleeping.
- Tuesday — Sleepy tired beginning. Reading while I should be searching. Slow news. All Schiavo, about which I have an opinion apparently contrary to the public, but which I only partly care about. Focus on task at hand. A bit of laundry. Get the suit back. Watching online video speeches. Researching, writing. Talk on the phone with one of a handful of former executive and federal speechwriters I've worked with. Hammering out a floor speech for the first time in my life. Listening to podcasts.
- Wednesday — Raining. Collect everything, catch the third empty cab I see on 14th. Editing ahead of time. Getting lots of help to finish a not-big pile of stories. Worrrying, a bit. Showering at work, the donning of my suit. Realization that my fly won't zip. Printing of materials to hand over. Rain. Sugar-free Red Bull. Pleasant cab ride. Interview. A pretty good conversation in a federal building. I did as well as I could, and maybe then some. Won't know for a week or two. Purchasing of alcohol. Consumption. Purchase of alcohol for me. Consumption. Discussion with friends. Evangelizing about The Decemberists. Sleep.
- Thursday — Have to cab in -- late morning. Find two (count 'em, two!) articles on TNR from the sometimes-oddball, sometimes-hilarious Gregg Easterbrook, both based on the Cardozo High mercury panic across the street from me. Rememeber again that the Red Lake Nazi story is getting scant coverage, mostly because no live camera caught that unfolding the way Denver-based helicopters captured the Columbine massacre live in the a.m. Continued to study two-year-old political happenings I missed via printouts. Listen to more podcasts, fall asleep.
- Friday — Wake up early, into work before dawn. Realize that Terri Schiavo is on a death watch more imminent than the Pope's. Notice that there is increased coverage of the Pope's declining condition. Assume this means either Frist is in trouble for '08, or nobody who opposes tube re-insertion really cares, or it's late in the week and I haven't been paying attention. Realize today is mother's birthday, will have to call later. Withdraw from all previously plotted weekend activities. Play "Picaresque" extensively, then "The Bends." Have a drink, or two. Plan to write about both the new Decemberists album and Radiohead on the blog before the weekend is out.
Posting this (and then about an hour later, revising and expanding).
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