ACCOZZAGLIA

Contrary to the belief that just because you’re good at something, you therefore like it: I hate being an art director-type. I might have a gift for it, or the eye to execute a really effective campaign. But I loathe sitting in front of the tools with which I create everything.

So.

Another thing I left out in my premature exhaustive stupor last night (I mean, like 2am for falling asleep is uncharacteristic for me): the doom to which I referred hasn’t been a part of my life at all in 2002. It’s not something that recurs like a low-grade fever.

Oh, and I fell asleep in my bar stool at my computer workstation, making my legs completely numb and unable to carry weight when I awoke. I ended up just passing out on my sitting room floor.

And I was completely sober.

That’s just an embarrassment. And an apology for bitching like this to a potential baker’s dozen of you is due.