I left for the Department of Health at 7, fully convinced it would take me an hour in Atlanta rush hour traffic to get there (my appointment was at 8:30). It took 20 minutes. I drove around looking for somewhere to get something to eat, but was unsuccessful, so I went back. I was able to get in and out before my scheduled appointment, and that was a good thing. You never know sometimes.
Ended up not going to writers' group this evening. Just as well. I'm getting that funny stressful feeling that tells me run, don't walk, away from it.
Television Writing class went well. I wrote a leavebehind (kind of a series synopsis) for a sitcom that, in retrospect, I thought really sucked, but I got some interesting feedback on it and am now thinking that maybe it's not so bad. Just in case, I was writing a synopsis of the episode of CSI: NY that introduces the next series, CSI: Chicago. Hey, I'm the author....remember the movie The Producers, where Kenneth Mars says, "I am the author. You are the audience. I outrank you!"?
And, I'm tired, I have a headache and my stomach is broadcasting storm warnings. I need a good night's rest. Good night.