When you write leads like this every week…
“Firemen pulled the beaten, bloody body of Henry Hickman’s wife from under a flaming mattress.”
… you tend to need something to help you let off some steam. That’s not even the worst one, believe me. The worst one was about two Wisconsin grave robbers who tried to dig up a body and have sex with it, because the obit photo looked cute. The lead was about “stopping at a WalMart to buy condoms,” before all that other stuff. But I digress.
… you tend to NEED something to help you let off some steam.
Being the closet geek that i am, I like to watch English commentaries of Korean Starcraft matches. If you don't know what that is then... well, honestly, it's probably exactly what it sounds like. Think chess on crack. Very relaxing late at night.
One of my compatriots across the phone lines, our night watch commander, is addicted to Dancing with the Stars. So that's how she deals with things. I'm not that far gone yet. Life still has meaning. She's starting to insist I watch too, which takes the reporter-source relationship to a level I'm not really all that comfortable with. I told her I hoped Bristol didn't win, and that seemed to placate her.
The room they sit in doesn't have any windows.
