Salat Shots.com has some truly magnificent aurora photography. This morning at about 10 after 9, the phone rang, and Emily’s friend Scott and I had an extremely weird conversation. I wasn’t awake, and the phone is right next to the fan in the room, so not only was I not awake, but I was having a hard time hearing him, and I couldn’t really remember for *sure* if Shanks was his last name anyway, and *he* didn’t know who he was calling, but kept saying, “You called me twice yesterday,”…
busy busy
Ok, so thus far today I’ve gotten up at 5:40am, picked a gallon of raspberries (Dad and Emily also each picked a gallon of raspberries; we have ALL the raspberries!), come home, eaten, walked the dog, showered, yelled at the kitten, and now I’m going to go get my eyes checked and order some new contacts and go to the library to see if I can delve into MD again. Vroom!
silly, *silly* friends
I have the very *silliest* friends: Kit . o O ( Manifest Destiny by C.E. Murphy. ehehehehehe. ahem. o.o ) Little My snerks. That’d make a good autobiography title. Garrett says “Sounds more like Manuscript Destiny to me.” Little My says “Well, if it were political writing it could be Manifesto Destiny.” Garrett says “If it were pop music it’d be Manifest Destiny’s Child.” Little My says “But if it were a Sandman pastiche it would be manifestly Destiny.” Dor . o O ( Manifest Destiny, according to Murphy: If…
oh my god, more coherently
Okay, here’s the more coherent version of oh-my-god. *laugh* So as many people know, I’ve been working insanely the last several weeks on a site launch. It launched last night at about 6pm. I was still fixing bugs. I was exhausted. And the phone rang, and somebody said, “May I speak with Catherine?” Now, look. Two sorts of people ask for me by my full name. One sort is bill collectors. I didn’t think it was a bill collector, because none of those have called in a long time. The…
oh my GOD
oh my god oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD I amde the rockty mountain ficutio … i can’t type *helplelss laugh* i made the rocky moutnain fiction writer’s contest finalists. my manuscript is goign to an editor. oh my gohd oh my god oh my GOD oh y GOD she said my ms just BARELY got ther ein time but OH MY GOD i have to go die now. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!