On halloween, I met for the first time with my oncologist.

True story: I’m walking down the road in my old neighborhood with my boss and a new client, asking forgiveness for my messy house. Then I realize I haven’t done the work I’m expected to show this new client, ideas for a new campaign. Dread descends; I simply didn’t get around to it! How could I be so scatterbrained? Picking up wads of paper, I quickly clean the room where I need to present the designs I didn’t do. I’m thinking up excuses, but they’re all so lame. My God, what