I made a terrible mistake. I was at auditions for Dad’s show he’s doing (I was taking pictures of auditioners) and my tummy was upset so I bought a 7-up from the coke machine and opened it and drank about half of it. And it was quite awful, but I was expecting it to be quite awful, because I don’t like canned soda much anymore. And while I was sitting around talking to Mom, I commented that I didnt like canned soda much anymore.” And she looked at the can…
hn.
Hn. Silhouette romance adds a paranormal line. Hn.
ow.
My back is getting worse. I’m lying down again now, on an ice pack, at the moment, and trying to scrape enough braincells together to write. It’s very hard to write while lying on your back. It mostly makes me want to sleep. It’s not that *typing* is so hard. It’s just writing. Being creative. My creativeness is all in a puddle at the back of my head and it’s sleepy. Maybe I’ll take a nap. :P
today
Today: I managed to haul myself out of bed aroun 11:15, showered, had some toast and juice for breakfast, burned a second piece of toast and decided I didn’t want it *anyway* (hmph), mudded for about five hours, then went to Arby’s for dinner, followed it up with some ice cream, and took some polaroids of people for auditions for a play my Dad’s directing. Then I watched the season premiere of Enterprise, and now I’m here again. Voila!
mizkit
There are half a dozen or so references to mizkit on Google which are not references to me. One is an angry scientist. Not a mad one. Merely an angry one. (Scroll down on the page, or search on mizkit.)