The Good Doctor wanted to get an additional report out yesterday for you, the good readers of The Journal, but this was not meant to be.
Wow, did Tuesday suck for The Good Doctor. The day started off great, with a very productive meeting in regard to the secret project I am working on with one of the top adult theaters in the country. That meeting took me until noon, and then the wheels came off.
Then in an effort to put this day into perspective, talk it through, and move on, and with daylight just around the corner, the fenders then came off the wheel-less car. It was like Wile. E. Coyote gaining clarity, feeling pretty good about himself, and then the ACME anvil falling from the sky and hitting point blank on Wile. E.'s head.
I could not wait to get back to the Chez Lizardo, turn out the lights, and go toes up.
Wednesday will be better. In the immortal words of Arthur Jones, "younger women, faster airplanes, and bigger crocodiles."
Oy.
Doc
