Last year, or maybe it was the year before–when you’ve been 35 as long as I have, time has no meaning–I learned that when it’s crunch time on a manuscript deadline, I.must.not.read.the.news.
Today, like an addled prairie dog, I surfaced for a minute and read an article that left me gaping at my monitor. I won’t rant about it. I’ll just say that some people’s memories need to stretch back about six freaking years before they climb under the covers in a new bedroom.
wow, I wonder what the article is about.
I am awake, and have been because I can’t stop dreaming about Tina Yothers. She plays soccer in my living room, and I have to tell her to stop it. That is just wrong.
And today I am distracted from one newsworthy insanity by a different one. I hate the news.
I need to be in a cave for a while. With broadband, of course.
this is off the topic, but i love your beautiful new picture.
Thank you, you are sweet. Do you mean the user pic? That’s sort of my “I’m going to almost smile even though I really, really want to hurt someone” face.
yeah.
the userpic.
whatever it’s saying, it’s definitely saying something beautiful.
Hmmm. I guess some pain can be beautiful.
Anyway, YOU’RE beautiful. How ’bout more photos of you and the puppy? That would cheer me up.