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Ohhhhh, baby!

Isn't it funny that some people consider me a "real" writer? Like, I get paid and everything. What a crazy hoax I have managed to pull off. I wonder when they will all discover what an imposter I really am, that my work is just so much silliness scratched into wet sand with a soggy stick.

Won't they be surprised?

No sleep again. Total delirium. Two days now.

I forget what else I was going to say...

When the Foam Solidifies

Trust me, you don't want that to happen.

Spring break is over and it's back to work.

Who wants to stay up all night with me?

Let's Be Bored Together

There is a wind storm going on right now. I'm wondering if we'll lose power. Also wondering if I should have more coffee.

I've decided that I probably have to stop drinking because of the meds I'm on. Even just a few beers makes me violently ill now. The other night I went out and shared a couple pitchers with a friend and thought I would die afterwards. I even passed out, waking up with hallucinations a little while later. Bad mojo for sure. Really sucks but this has been happening for a while. Unless I get off the med...

So, another pointless journal entry from the queen of pointlessness. There is a rabid raccoon in my ear.