But I didn’t bring my pajamas, oh no! What will I sleep in?
Seriously, I just finally heard from Jonno and he writes, “It looks like we won’t be able to get back to New Orleans until the end of the week/weekend at the earliest. The governor’s office is telling everyone who evacuated that they’re going to need at least until that time to clean up some of the main roads and (hopefully) restore power to the city.”
So, count on two missed book deadlines for me this week, and if you’re trying to get in touch with me I’m really really sorry — they’re about to funnel the Fleshbot tips email into my account, so forget even trying to send me an email until next week, argh.
Still, I’m having fun and running amok free of leashes of handcuffs on Fleshbot. We’ll see how many toes I step on and how much trouble I cause by the end of the week. I really feel like I’m in the cool club but not really a cool kid so I’m not supposed to be there and they’re going to find out they let a lower-class citizen in the country club by mistake and toss me out any minute, if you know what I mean…
