Start with the bad news. My dog is not feeling well. I’ve cleaned up several–incidents–already. And he wants to sit on me–not a good time for that–and be with me and be close to me and get stepped on by me… I’ve cleaned up two Hope incidents too, and I had to pick her up […]
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Today I gave up downloading from WalMart.com, and turned to Napster. For $0.11 more, I might (haven’t tried it yet, but I have faith) be able to burn my paid-for songs to a cd I can take to work. It didn’t work with WalMart, not to mention once it was four days before I could
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This is not a morning after blog, though I’m going to have to change the date again. This is a why-the-bleep-am-I-still-awake, blog-and-go-to-flipping-bed blog. Mission Accomplished is the name of the fanfic chapter I uploaded today, and it’s also the status of mailing off my manuscript to New York. ::gasp:: Never thought I’d actually send it,
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Schu is evil. Oh, wait, I said that, didn’t I? *snicker* I’m blogging the next morning again, but I’ll set the date to Friday, ’cause this will (mostly) be about Friday. Though I do want to say it seems like someone’s got a nasty sense of humor. I’m a night owl, (isn’t that redundant? C’est
If you didn’t know Schu was evil, you haven’t been paying attention. Why is it the more fun a person is to write, the more I really don’t think I’d like to meet them in real life? Ah well. Must go to bed. I’ve got to start getting seven hours of sleep, preferably more. I
And the land mines, and the pitfalls, the sheer cliffs and quicksand. I’m just writing, if I fall in something, I’ll write a way back out. Whee!! I really gotta get to getting paid for this. I usually like my job, but right now I don’t, and I keep thinking how nice it will be
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I do. There’s something about Tuesdays. I hate them. Can’t tell you why. I can’t even tell you when it started. I can tell you when I started to notice. It was last year, right after Chris died. Every Tuesday I felt like crud. Even after I started crawling out of the pit, Tuesdays would