wow…blast from the past. I’m remembering a tupperware container that mom had (probably still does) which was exactly the right size for the large block of velveeta. damn, I need that now!
I also have a really
yeah, that’s the short version.
yeah, that’s the short version. the long version is not entirely for public consumption. 😛
but no, work was pretty good today. I feel like I’m really settled into my job, like I have some degree of mastery over my domain. probably an illusion, but what are you gonna do?
and the revision of chapter 4 is rolling along nicely. oh, yeah, I came up with an actual chapter breakdown of the book. it’s amazing how much that helps, and sort of shocking too. I think I’m working my way (backwards, of course) to an outline.
speaking of which, and to be a more classic weblogger, here’s an interesting tale of a boy being crushed by busywork (outlining), by way of the always scintillating Dave Winer. and this looks like a neato tool, even if I’m not entirely sure what I’d do with it. (maybe organize my novel?)
okay, today…better.
why is it always this
okay, WTF?!?!
web site for it. I’ve
yeah, I finally did it.
I hear xmas music in
yes, I’m procrastinating. I hate
yes, I’m procrastinating. I hate writing checks, damnit! but this is the week when I’m supposed to be getting it back together, right? after all, I’m pretty much over my cold, and my hard drive at work is all taunty the way I like it, and I got paid, and the car is in the shop. yeah, okay, sure.
but I’ve been having way weird dreams this week. last night it was all about moving, but with the “scooby gang” from buffy. and the night before I gave birth and was nursing…remarkably like that dream I had in college that was immortalized in the dream epic poem.
ugh. still really tired, and feeling really behind on everything. laundry, dishes, bills, writing, work. and this damn site. which I’m not happy with, not really. damnit, I wouldn’t visit this site.
but I do feel like I’m looking sharp tonight. went to the basketball tipoff banquet at work, so I dressed in all black with silver & turquoise jewelry. (necklace: one of the only nice things Raul’s horrible mom ever did for me.) and yes, the coach recognized me in his speech, as I was sort of afraid he would. I have so much work to do!
I don’t know why that reminds me, but I actually looked at the logs for epersonae.com…people have found my site searching for: my name, of course; Jenny Dixey (of Digital Eve, I assume), how to “backing around a corner”, reading recliner, and sims polyamory! what the hell are you trying to find, people?!