I dreamed last night I got on a boat to heaven / and by some chance I had brought my dice along! / And there I was, and I hollered, “Someone save me,” / but the passengers they knew right from wrong! Actually, I dreamed last night that the publisher accepted Urban Shaman. Sadly, it hasn’t come true yet. :) Then I had an action-adventure dream, which made me think I should maybe work on the Bombshell book next month instead of on Back to Avalon, which I’m having plotting…
whew
Whew! Ted’s parents made it here safely, their dog peed on our carpet (o.O), we had dinner, I made fudge, the tree STILL isn’t done, and … I’m going to go get something to drink now. Fudge made it to Sarah and Anna! Yay! Sarah’s Christmas present also made it to her! Yay more!
that’s a wrap
More of the presents are wrapped, the bathroom is clean except for the floor, the dog’s run has been cleaned out to an insufficient degree, but it’s a *whole* lot better than before, the dog is sleeping on my foot at the moment, the tree has not been decorated, and I’ve eaten too much fudge. Trip is trying to decide where to eat, and it’s making me hungry. Hm. :)
then again
Having just stated this isn’t a political blog … *laugh* Iraq has thrown down the gauntlet to the United States, offering to open its doors to the Central Intelligence Agency and prove that Washington is lying about having weapons of mass destruction. I would like very much for the CIA to go in and verify this. I’d like even *better* for somebody who isn’t affiliated with the federal government to go in and verify this. I’d like somebody who struck me as vaguely trustworthy — actually, the UN, which generally…
real live preacher
Real Live Preacher, courtesy of Population: One, is one hell of a blog. I periodically feel vaguely guilty that my journal is just a journal, and not political or sociological or any other sort of -al. It’s sort of curious to feel that way, as I never had any intention of it *being* an -al blog. Most of the purpose of starting the online journal was because people kept saying to me, “What’ve you been doing?” and I had no idea what the answer to that question was. “Uhhh… not…