To: Ashcraft
From: Crecente

I'm in your house eating your cookies. I've had a super crap day, and no, I'm actually nowhere near your house and have not a single fucking cookie in sight. I need a cookie.

I had one of those meetings today with the publisher and president of the Rocky Mountain News that you never want to have. It was about what a fantastic police reporter I was. I can't really get into the details just yet, but let's say that on Friday I'll be making a decision and I'm not super happy about it.

Because I am, when placed under the right mixture of stress and stress, unable to write, today was a wee bit light. Fahey pulled through and Alice cranked out a mammoth bit of SXSW coverage for us. She so rocks. Must clone Alice.

While you slept (and I didn't):
Will Wright Takes SXSW With One Arm Strapped to His Side.
Guild Wars Catching Up to WoW
Time for Latte
Damnit, I told Fahey to make this headline less boring

My head is pounding, my stomach churning. I really need to find away to cut down on the stress. Ugh.

Contact information for this author is not available.