One of those middle of the night pop-ups I had to wake my wife up for and write it down. I bounced the bed a bit and woke her up. Her beauty sleep, I ruined it…but she forgave me the next morning.
“She’ll up an die when she’s good and ready.” I can’t remember who I wrote this about, but I woke up to write it…because it was there, in my mind. The next night [last night], I wrote thirtysomethingtraffic.com after watching tv for a long, long time over Thanksgiving marathon weekend. Why did I write, ‘thirtysomethingtraffic.com’? Because it was there, in my mind. Could it be because I was featured in the tv show thirtysomething and the film Traffic by Stephen Soderbergh while a non-union extra performer?