Spring time. That means spring cleaning. My apartment is messy. And apparently so are my ears. But now, they're a little cleaner.
It hasn't been easy getting back to work at TGS. Liz has been very demanding. She may not like the sketches I pitched her yesterday. But I'm getting good at throwing pencils into the ceiling above my desk. Maybe tonight I'll think of some good sketches.
The best thing about my new apartment is that the ice cream man stops right outside my window. Maybe after eating 5 snow cones, I'll get a huge sugar rush, and come up with some great sketches.
Well, I ate two snowcones. 5 was too many. My sugar rush is gone. I think I'm going to nap and clean my apartment next week. Maybe I'll write a sketch about a guy who needs mapquest to find his way out of his messy apartment. Wait, maybe if I clean my apartment now, I'll find a sketch I wrote a long time ago that I never showed to Liz - and I can just hand that in. That's what I'm going do.
Take it easy.
Frank
