April 19th, 2000
Elvis. King of taters.
Oy. I have a headache today. I'm just sitting here biding my
time until I can go home, get into bed, and yank the covers over my head.
I feel like crap.
I'm not sure how many of you keep up with my literary appearances, but I do a stint for Amateur Chef Magazine.
It all began when I spotted an add looking for writers and thought to myself;
"Well, shit. I can't even make an icecube. This is perfect for me!"
For some reason, the nice, albeit delusional, folks hired me on and I now have my own "Clueless in the Kitchen"
Here's the latest installment! I'm going to resume beating my head against my desk now.