Hurtling towards a new issue of the magazine

Guess what the topic of the next issue is? Valentine's Day, chocolates, cheap                                          flowers and imaginary walks on the cobble streets of  Paris.  I've been so unable to organize myself that I don't have much going in terms of  articles. Slap face, dip into water, take a sip of coffee. Now another sip... Still nothing. Just more 
anxious.
 Phew, PR people sometimes make me want to chew my eyeballs. I was supposed to be set up with an interview with this greatamazingsexytrendy pastry chef in New York and the publicist knows this is the deadline week. People who have no PR specialists taking care of them are so much easier to talk to and to get through and more eager to be written about. One has to sift through all the bullshit in order to get to the core of things nowadays.