Sam is working late tonight. VERY late. Such as being stuck at the office for 14 hours all by himself and not getting home until 3 or 4 a.m. tomorrow. Apparently he’s picking up overflow projects from the company’s sister site in Houston. I sincerely hope he finds time to eat and pee, because both activities are awfully damn important.
In case you’ve ever wondered where Sam works — and even if you
haven’t — pictured above is a diagram of the Crescent Court complex in Dallas, an arrangement of three ritzy office towers, a five-star hotel and a bunch of snooty stores and restaurants around the perimeter. (The exact location of Sam’s window is an educated guess. I know he’s waving but I can’t see him from this far away.)
In the meantime I’m here at Howdygram headquarters, holding down the proverbial fort, so-to-speak, which isn’t too difficult due to a luxurious nap earlier today and not doing much else afterwards aside from ordering dinner from
China City, writing a post and watching
How to Marry a Millionaire (1953) starring Marilyn Monroe, Lauren Bacall and Betty Grable.
That was one of the longest sentences I’ve ever written. However I’m pretty sure there’s no formal recognition for this accomplishment or a cash award. (Never mind.)
Oh boy!
Let’s go to Club Meds! On the menu for yours truly at this hour every night are the following bedtime snacks, prescribed for a variety of chronic conditions that include high blood pressure, high cholesterol, neuropathy pain, sleeplessness and type 2 diabetes:
- Trazodone, 50 mg
- Amitriptyline Hydrochloride, 30 mg
- Aldactone, 25 mg
- Atorvastatin Calcium, 40 mg
- Benazepril/Hydrochlorothiazide, 20/25 mg
- Lantus Solostar insulin, 100 units (injected)
Incidentally, I’d rather eat chocolate chip cookies. Thank you for reading this.
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