"I have taken my lumps this week, and I have fought through it like a champ. I have been angry, I have punched a cell phone (really) and I have yelled at people I think I love louder than I think I ever have. I am still here.
I don't mind any of this, but it's just getting to be a lot of work. Far too much work. I've got other things I have to do. I have to hunt things down, new things, things I don't understand, things that can teach me something.
I've got a paper to write this week, the first part at least, and it's due Wednesday.
I am in a rut."
At this point, our intrepid hero gets a call on the cell phone from a woman he's never met in San Diego, a city he's never been to. Everything is suddenly better.
"To be really honest, right now I just want to be staring back over my cup of coffee at the internationally famous celebrity, feeling like I don't belong almost the entire time," he says "until I catch something in your eye that makes it all okay, that makes me feel like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be."
"I'm not there right now, and I don't feel that."
"But hey, I'm about to get my fifteen minutes, and that's something. Now, there's someone I have to call."
