Today is one of those days that calls for a personal admission - something along of the lines of "I'm just not functioning properly." At least not today ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday Keith Petit!

I need to write something. Pretty much anything. I've been making a lot of lists - scratched coyly on post-its stuck to my thighs, under a desk. I make the lists unnecessarily long because if it's not that, it's nothing ( Read more... )

Two pages left on my Shakepeare paper.
The construction workers are digging holes and singing songs in Spanish outside my window.

We are still in the process of determining what the holes are for.

Meh ( Read more... )

We just peed in our pants for about ten minutes.
Put on your crazy goggles and take a look at this picture.

http://www.imdb.com/gallery/granitz/1928/JackNichol_Mazur_947277_400.jpg

Everything and everyone is making me feel stupid here. At least today.
Damn that "I'm not going to cry" throat lump.

Oh man ( Read more... )

Juniper Breeze Body Splash smells like the summer of 1996.

I'm scared that I've been fired from City Limits. I asked for the majority of August off, and now they're hiring a bunch of new people (That means you, Emer!)...I can imagine it being one of those situations where I'll go to check the September schedule and wonder why I'm not on it ( Read more... )