a post I just wrote has gone poof – just…poof. I don’t know where. Let me know if you find it. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for rescue work a la Kevin Costner and the dude married to Demi Moore, so I will give you the gist of the thing:
People who talk on their cell phones next to the table I’m sitting at in the coffee shop, clearly writing something profound, should be punished severely.
I’ve broken out in a rash across my cheek.
I don’t think the HPV vaccine should be required, not because of religious morality but because of a leeriness I have towards modern medicine, modern ‘cures.’
S. has a job interview in a little town in a whole different state.
John L. Smith should be fired, and fired now, and finally
I’ve decided to do the two things I read very few people ever do – run a marathon and write a novel. To be fair, I decided to write the novel long before, but now I’ve decided to do both in my 30th year, to, what, celebrate the end of a decade, I guess. Expect periodic updates on the novel, on the marathon training. Currently am outlining the novel, and in week three of training for a 5K. And there were miles to go, before she slept.
Imagine all of this, only much longer and much more elegantly written. May all your weeks be off to good starts, with nothing disappearing into cyber space.