Wednesday, April 8, 2009, 2: 25 a.m. -

In which: The would-be author (or wouldn’t-be, as it’s beginning to appear) struggles with one of her first “deadlines”, and as of sixteen hours before it (and with a likely fifteen hour workday intervening in that timeframe), teeters on the brink of failure, dare I say it; not knowing which subject to take on ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I found the cupcake that changed my life. It called to me, drew me in, on a day when Mayona and I had a conversation about magnetism and the shifting poles of the Earth and other planets. She and Theresa and I had just seen Al Gore’s film about global warming, An Inconvenient Truth, and we felt like also staying for a second movie ( Read more... )

 Day 2
when she’s hot, she’s very hot;

when she’s not, she’s nothing. 

 Day 1
Okay -- grasp hair, pull hard, wait for release.  I have just spent all day in the den, going through backlogs of to-do’s, sorting the old inbox and doing item by item of activity that needed attention, regardless of priority mostly.  I now am feeling the effects of Vitamin D-lessness, screen burn-in to weary eyeballs, vericose veins ( Read more... )