happy new year and also, shanna tova! spent the morning jew-ing it up with the family at services. really, really good, although real long as well. it is a bittersweet year because i feel like we've lost so many people who were important to us in this last year. so a wave to danny and to chris, because you are big old holes in our lives and we ( Read more... )

woke up full of hate and paranoia. we call these the poison days, i.e. days that i am full of poison. not days for listening to poison, although that might not be too bad either. i've been having bad dreams, so in revolt i stayed up until 4:30 in the morning reading the curious incident of the dog in the night-time, which is lovely. i wish i ( Read more... )

my husband believes that i might get back into the habit of writing if i blogged. my impression of the likelihood of this is slim, much like my readership (thanks, julia, for being a pal). however ( Read more... )

I am so worn out. I am worn, I am out. I am the lonely pony under the window. And the funny thing is, I haven't even started production ( Read more... )

I couldn't even choose one.

If they catch me doing this at work, I will be in trouble.