This morning, I was informed by Tony that I am a blanket-stealer. No big surprise there. I know that. But I am not responsible for my nocturnal actions. I am only as responsible as a bearer of morning wood is for that affliction. So I kept putting my makeup on and said, “OK”. Tony apparently agrees with my nolo contendere [...]

I am a huge fan of Anne McCaffrey, having started her books when I was in junior high. I have read and re-read them all, until the spines of the paperbacks break and pages start to fall out. I cry every time I finish Moreta (yeah, every time, what of it?) and I am currently in the middle of the [...]

Today I sold Fei. It seems like the worst kind of betrayal, in a way, because that little car did all she could for me, and then some. I know, I know, she was breaking down, and would have cost me a fortune out of pocket to fix, and I have India to drive now, like a little sister to [...]

I see myself lowering into a bucket of despair and hopelessness. And other times I want the world to bring it, in the worst way, so I can strike out against it. and be justified in my frenzy of lashing. I am constipated creatively, stuck, productionless. I don’t feel like doing anything; I am numb. Everything is a hazy kind [...]