I always feel like a slacker when I go a day without posting. I’ve been dealing with a migraine all day and only want to be in bed. In a dark room. With no dogs barking.
However, I did see a couple of things in my book of literary days that amused me. The first was that Victor Hugo married on October 14, 1822, and at the wedding breakfast, his older brother suddenly went insane. A pre-television sitcom!
Also on this date, Dorothy Parker, Robert Sherwood, and Peter Benchley, who’d been forbidden by Vanity Fair to discuss their pay rates, wore signs around their necks that revealed their salaries.
Finally, during a migraine dream, I learned that a Very Famous Country Star is gay. The problem is, I don’t know very many country stars, and this one’s identity kept changing in the dream. So I’m not really sure who he was. And I don’t out people, anyway. Especially when I’ve only dreamed they’re gay. But it was fun eavesdropping on his phone conversation with his wife-in-name-only. This is what good drugs’ll do for my dreams.