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I was going to write an update...
But I find that I cannot.
So I'm going to watch "Sleepless in Seattle" instead, and then cry myself to sleep.
Rest in Peace, Nora Ephron. An amazing and wise writer and woman. -
Because I simply must...
Happy birthday Samuel Clemens Mark Twain! -
The wall
Tuesday morning I rolled out of bed close to 6:30 a.m., having punched "sleep" on my alarm several times. I shuffled out of bed, went to the bathroom, got into a sports bra, running shorts and shirt, grabbed a pair of socks. I tied up my hair, pushing strands back with a headband and booted up my laptop to check the weather. As I strapped on my ( Read more... ) -
Things that won't end: Space. Survivor. This week.""
I'm having the most absurd week at work, made more absurd by the fact that I took a half-day PTO tomorrow to leave for Sasha's bachelorette party (in Columbus) and am still probably going to work close to 40 hours this week anyway. I'll write about all this, and the weekend festivities, later on when I can handle it ( Read more... ) -
Up too late
I owe an entry about the following (but I want to do a little more writing and then need to crash because I'm an old woman I get up at 6 a.m. like a crazy person ( Read more... ) -
All I ever promised was that I would be your friend. And I couldn't keep that.
I just watched Life as a House, which I've seen a dozen or so times. I'm not sure why I watch it as often as I do. In reality, it's not a stellar film. It borders on scatterbrained and melodramatic at times. But I think what draws me back - or who - is Kevin Kline. His performance is stellar, as any classically trainer actor of his caliber. But ( Read more... ) -
They'll never hurt you like I do
Editing this one scene, just this one, is proving to be impossible. I almost can't look at the page. I don't know why. It's not the first of its kind so far in the manuscript. What's stopping me?
I haven't listened to this song in...years.
I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe by hand. Or at a coffee shop. Or something. Anything. -
What dreams may come
I had one of those moments today - moments I think we all have from time to time - when I remembered a dream I had forgotten upon waking this morning. I didn't recall details: more just a moment, a feeling. I was looking out the window at work, watching the snow spinning down wildly, listening to a Placebo song saying something about shaking off ( Read more... ) -
We left our love in our summer skin
This may be a little premature, but so is the winter season. Or at least, according to some old birds, Pittsburgh natives, chatting in the women's locker room at my gym ( Read more... )
