How badly am I losing it? Yesterday I found myself downstairs to get lunch and I couldn't understand why I was walking oddly. I looked down and realized I was wearing one brown loafer and one black pump.
Do I have "huevos grande" or am I just nuts? I was in the ladies room in a stall and I heard some women from the Bay Area Business Times, which is on the same floor as my office, talking about how much they needed writers. I popped out, told them I was a published fiction writer with some background in PR and a really awesome editor. If they needed someone to convert raw date into an article, I was their gal. Unfortunately they needed someone to conduct actual interviews. I still went back to my office, came back with a card and told them again that if they needed someone to write or do editing, give me a call.