Know what I’d like for Christmas? Ice skates. Ice skates that fit my fat feet. I should tell somebody in my family that. :)
how peculiar
How peculiar. Email in my inbox from Steven Brust and Patrick Nielsen Hayden inside the same thirty days. Granted, because I emailed them both on different topics, but none the less, very peculiar. I emailed PNH because I started reading this copy of Amnesia Moon that Trent sent me. I got to page 24, and the book started over. I mean, entirely. Title page, dedication page, copyright page, everything exactly replicated except for the author’s signature on the main title page. When it reached page 24 again, the next page…
better. not well.
Better today. Not well, but better. I’ve managed to lose three pounds. Heh. o.o Sadly, one of the lights in the office is out, and I’m afraid if I try to change the light I’ll get dizzy and fall over, so I’m sort of sitting around in the semi-dark (I actually turned the overhead off and turned Ted’s florescent desk lamp on; now it’s buzzing, sigh). I need to go downstairs and get 1. food, 2. aspirin, 3. water. I’m feeling very much as if I don’t write things down…
yuck
still sick. :P
yucko
I’m hacking up horrible yellow gunk and coughing so much my ribs itch. I do not like being sick at all. Zilli seems to think that the new bed is especially for him. Aaaaand I would like you all to say hello to my friend Sarah, the NOVELIST! Sarah finished writing her first novel last night! YAAAAAAAAAAY SARAH!