So... caffeine is gone. My body is once again a pure and sacred place (hah).

I am tired in the way that one can only be if one drinks caffeine all day and then stops. It's a warm, deep, slow sort of tired. But not a particularly comforting one.

Having nothing of any intelligence to add, I'll leave you all now.

I wish Graham would post.

So, I hear that Pink is going to be publishing her journal in book form and making millions from it. And I'm thinking, wouldn't that be much easier then trying to write a novel? Maybe *I* should do that! If Pink can get away with it, why not me? On the other hand I've noticed there's quite a bit that Pink can get away with which I can't. Really, ( Read more... )

I hear my last post is all the rage in London.

Dude Nate you rock ( Read more... )

On the way home I saw a large snake on the road, I tried to swerve around it, but I suspect I cut it pretty close. At last I arrive and park my car in the drive ( Read more... )

Ok, this should be simple. I have an opportunity (a small one) of getting published (in a relatively small way). All I need is one to three stories within a week. Easy. All I need to do is sit down Tuesday or Wednesday and really concentrate. I'm certain I won't get published, but how lame would it be not to try ( Read more... )

I'm goin to visit Graham today, yuckadudu huckadada hu, so you'd best keep out of my way, yukudookoo dooku dooku do, he's a pretty good friend in a weird sort of way, wacka daka daka daka da, and when I pour sugar in his bed I will say, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, HA ( Read more... )

Nate's super fly.

I've written a number of posts, but all of them are coming out wrong. Graham should post, I'll feed off of that.