It took me two hours to write a piece this morning about a Harry Nilsson documentary that I saw Saturday night. Then the browser crashed because of a too-large Quicktime video file I tried to watch, and I hadn’t saved the article so I lost the whole thing and I’m livid, on top of which I haven’t kept up with the WIRED items over the last couple of days, I have a screening to catch in 90 minutes, there are three or four invoices that need to be sent in and there’s a phoner I have to do with Rupert Murray, director of Unknown White Male and I don’t care if this sounds like whining (which it is, of course)…sometimes burnout comes so quickly.
