Tranquility Through Meditation
ohm. ohm. ohemgee, I got a request for a partial, squee! ohhhhmmm…
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ohm. ohm. ohemgee, I got a request for a partial, squee! ohhhhmmm…
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Before the Republican National Convention, police raids in the Twin Cities are taking another whack at democracy and justice. Here’s the link. Some important points–five raids, five arrests, though one would presume they’ve found more than one person at each site. No charges. Yes, that was five arrests, and NO CHARGES FILED according to the
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Give him ten minutes. Any ten minutes. Every minute is worth your time; choose your ten at random if you like. Give Obama ten minutes, and dare to hope again.
In the movies, a character feeling the way I do might well douse the irritant with lighter fluid, toss a match and walk away. Sadly, I can’t afford lighter fluid. Also, I can’t decide what to torch. Fuggit. I wouldn’t get a great ending anyway–’cause I’m not living a movie. No, I’d just end up
There are days when it all just falls in on me. I feel alone, abused by the universe, and just for added fun, I take on the pain of those around me. Today was one of those days. I have very good friends. I don’t care. This hermit is going the hell back to her
Okay, how odd is it that yesterday someone searched “thaumaturgy urban fantasy” and stumbled on my prologue to Fidelis (third page when I Googled it myself), and today (without having come here and seen that) I’m working on Fidelis? It wasn’t one of my friends, either. They would have at least used “KD” or “Sarge.”
I put up another chapter of Shades. Mostly the rest of the day was spent cursing various things–the realty company ($480 of my money withheld because the owner’s workmen painted the dining room ceiling the wrong color after it fell in? Excuse me?), my car, the gas company (four disconnect notices and a phone call