I’m working on my last story for work. This is it. Finito (which means, of course, I’ll be assigned some quickie project tomorrow, but hey, I like living dangerously and tempting fate). And so who am I to miss the opportunity to bitch about the fact that I can’t find a lead? Instead of thinking of my lead, all I can do is hum “I Need a Lead” to the tune of the Roseanne Cash song “I Need a Cure.” Someone send me a lead!
Where to Find Me
Where to Find Me
