I've done little more this weekend than recline on the couch and strap a lowball full of whiskey-cokes to my face. It's been wondrous. Nevertheless, I was starting to feel a little self-conscious about it (also, I wanted to commiserate with someone about my lack of writerly drive for the past few days). I called my good buddy,Orlando,* and he shot the shit with me for about 90 minutes and made me feel better. He also laughed at all of my vulgar and wildly inappropriate "witticisms."
*picture of Orlando and me taken on the job (he's driving)