FM Minute-by-Minute
Pound beers. Hold writers’ meeting. Get very enthusiastic about the story idea about this guy in Matthews a writer’s roommate
- Pound beers.
- Hold writers’ meeting. Get very enthusiastic about the story idea about this guy in Matthews a writer’s roommate hooked up with. It seems he has a penchant for tucking in his shirt. Amazing!
- Hold editors’ meeting. Veil intragroup hostility under thin veneer of civility and shooting down each other’s ideas.
- Hit the hard liquor.
- Check up on previously assigned stories. None are in, none have been researched.
- Pound beers.
- Drunkenly sing the score to the HMS Pinafore at the Crimson. Incur News’ resentment, wrath.
- Get deluged with offers from compers to write Listings. At least, that happens in my drunken haze. In real life, I end up writing them all.
- Articles are in! Put certain commas in and take certain commas out, just for la.ug.h..s.
- Suggest running SpellCheck. Enjoy a hearty chuckle at this ridiculous proposition.
- Hope that the gremlins in the Crimson’s computers don’t pixelate our photos. Hope is vain.
- Fight off sleep with beer, prescription medicine. Somehow get issue done.
- Hand off to delivery men, proud of a job, well, done, if nothing else.
- Delivery men deposit FM in landfill instead of your room.
- Delivery men pick up checks. And the cycle begins all over, with more beer.