Dickie Cronkite

And me, I just say my prayers
And I just light myself on fire
And walk out on the wire once again

Tomorrow's the first day of filing. Econ. Energy beat.

I spent all day Sunday putting together my beat report, compiling general trends and the major utilities players in the area, their earnings over the last couple of years, the analysts who cover them...

zzz.... (anybody still with me?)

And I still have no fucking clue what I'm writing tomorrow.

Exelon? Nicor? Peoples? NIPSCO?

...

Bueller? Anyone? Anyone?

It's so laughably absurd and ridiculous, I can't even conjure the nervous meltdown I should be experiencing right now. But I'm gonna ask you to wish me luck anyways.

In other news we have a warm front coming in this week. The temperature's supposed to soar above 30 degrees over the next couple of days! (...then plummet.)

I swear, these tundra-people are nuts. And no, the cold isn't going to my brain.

Chicago: Land where cheese and sausage have their own separate food group.

...

OK, on second thought maybe it's not that bad. Hm, suddenly I'm craving some deep-dish.

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2005-01-10 8:58 PM Dickiecorp Inc. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (6) Share on Facebook	And me, I just say my prayers And I just light myself on fire And walk out on the wire once again Tomorrow's the first day of filing. Econ. Energy beat. I spent all day Sunday putting together my beat report, compiling general trends and the major utilities players in the area, their earnings over the last couple of years, the analysts who cover them... zzz.... (anybody still with me?) And I still have no fucking clue what I'm writing tomorrow. Exelon? Nicor? Peoples? NIPSCO? ... Bueller? Anyone? Anyone? It's so laughably absurd and ridiculous, I can't even conjure the nervous meltdown I should be experiencing right now. But I'm gonna ask you to wish me luck anyways. In other news we have a warm front coming in this week. The temperature's supposed to soar above 30 degrees over the next couple of days! (...then plummet.) I swear, these tundra-people are nuts. And no, the cold isn't going to my brain. Chicago: Land where cheese and sausage have their own separate food group. ... OK, on second thought maybe it's not that bad. Hm, suddenly I'm craving some deep-dish. Read/Post Comments (6) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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