February makes you shiver
Brr, it's cold outside. The high for today is supposed to be 5, with dangerous wind-chills of 20 below. I do have an appointment with Joe today, but I'm going to cancel.
It's not just the cold weather. As long as I'm manic, it's the best time to write, before the inevitable melancholy sets in. The problem is to avoid being Cranky Bear. I blew up at that one Critter simply over a nit, & this is a warning sign. I can't do it to Ted, no matter how badly I think he wrecked "Movement & Repose".
I'm also cancelling with Car-girl. Typewriter fever, it harries me still -- we already went out to Pizza Hut once this week, anything further would be redundant, & I'd rather stay at home & work on "Einstein Sex-Play Hyper-Light". The suggestions made by Critters have left me with a lot to do in the way of re-making/re-modeling, & the Ladytron gets fraked in the intro -- which will probably either draw the reader completely into the story or make her skip to the next story -- yeah, women can really get carried away calling something "sexist" just 'cause there's sex in it.
I spent a decent amount of time on the story yesterday, but took a break to eat at the soup kitchen, where I had to put up with a sermon on Calvinism. One nutty religion shouldn't be criticizing another.
After lunch, I picked up some shrimp for Trish's supper. I wasted a bit of time on HOT or NOT, but am largely giving up on that. After supper, Trish hauled out the Buffster, which she hasn't watched for ages.
I woke up around 5:00, with an in-box full of email. Ted gave me a 411 about some Critter, but most of his points seem valid.
My eye appointment is tomorrow. If it's still so damn cold, I may have to have Car-girl take me to Invisible Optometric. Or else Medicaid transport. Beardsley sure fraked me over.
It's not just the cold weather. As long as I'm manic, it's the best time to write, before the inevitable melancholy sets in. The problem is to avoid being Cranky Bear. I blew up at that one Critter simply over a nit, & this is a warning sign. I can't do it to Ted, no matter how badly I think he wrecked "Movement & Repose".
I'm also cancelling with Car-girl. Typewriter fever, it harries me still -- we already went out to Pizza Hut once this week, anything further would be redundant, & I'd rather stay at home & work on "Einstein Sex-Play Hyper-Light". The suggestions made by Critters have left me with a lot to do in the way of re-making/re-modeling, & the Ladytron gets fraked in the intro -- which will probably either draw the reader completely into the story or make her skip to the next story -- yeah, women can really get carried away calling something "sexist" just 'cause there's sex in it.
I spent a decent amount of time on the story yesterday, but took a break to eat at the soup kitchen, where I had to put up with a sermon on Calvinism. One nutty religion shouldn't be criticizing another.
After lunch, I picked up some shrimp for Trish's supper. I wasted a bit of time on HOT or NOT, but am largely giving up on that. After supper, Trish hauled out the Buffster, which she hasn't watched for ages.
I woke up around 5:00, with an in-box full of email. Ted gave me a 411 about some Critter, but most of his points seem valid.
My eye appointment is tomorrow. If it's still so damn cold, I may have to have Car-girl take me to Invisible Optometric. Or else Medicaid transport. Beardsley sure fraked me over.
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