Now I'm starting to get antsy without the comfort of Lappy to soothe me. Its comfortable weight isn't in my lap in the mornings. Now I have to give Steven Fraiser and his Headline News cohorts the full of my attention, and the news is so grim, I turn it off to play a half-hour of DDR, just so I can suck up the next eight hours in the newsroom. Damn you, Lappy.

The agent e-mails me, asking for a digital copy of the manuscript. Oh, well that's no proble-wait. Damn you, Lappy.

I call the Big Damn Hero and beg him to forward the manuscript to her. "I guess," he says, employing the tone of the long-suffering Big Damn Hero (ain't he just?). He's tired and headach-y and has a board meeting on top of everything else and now here's this helpless female trying to curry his favor yet again and he was fairly certain he married a girl who could stand her own in the face of adversity. He gets to be long-suffering for the rest of the month.

I make many promises that I do plan on keeping, but this poor guy. We've got to get through another two days of this before the new hard drive shows up, and then he's got to actually like fix it. I will swear it here in my blog that this year's Adam Tribute Month will be the biggest and most tribute-y we've ever seen. He deserves it.