. . . you’re still alive she said. don’t worry. i’m hiding behind a mountain of work to avoid thinking about stuff.
above water
for the first time in over a week i’m starting to feel a little like my old self. the past few weeks have been merciless in their pace. workworkworkmemphisnashvilleworkworkworkworkbowlingbowling. bah!
but i don’t have to be at the bowling alley until 1 this afternoon. i’m doing laundry and i couldn’t be happier. i finally downloaded my [...]
before you can learn to do anything real
aye carumba! do you ever get that sudden mix of adrenaline and panic that’s somehow sorta terrifying and yet exhilirating all at the same time? that’s what i got now. i am going to be one busy woman until oh, about 2005. but i think it might be a lot of fun.
when it rains it pours
sheesh, i got from whining that i have nothing to do, to not having enough time to sit at my desk and think. wahoo! it’s a clear case of be careful what you wish for.



