The cat is a pus-sucking sodomizer of furry cockroach droppings. And I don’t know what he has against this colorway, either! It’s so pretty–just like spring–but once again, the damned cat wasted the first one and then rooted through the bag for the second one. Seriously, folks, it looks like if Captain Stashdive is gonna… Read More

I haven’t written the synopsis for Bitter Moon yet. I should have–but bedtime has been a terrible war this week, and sleep is the casualty, and by ten or eleven o’clock at night, my eyes are burning and my brain is deep-fried with clams. I have been able to knit, though, and that experiment with… Read More

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Have you ever wondered where the horrible neglectful mother of that naked child peddling his tricycle around the block three times could possibly be? I don’t know where the other bad mothers are, but I was going to the bathroom and then washing dishes on the serene assumption that the psychotic little nudist was LOCKED… Read More

I’ve been a bad blogger–and I’m so very sorry. The problem is, I’ve been blogging from school, and I wanted to give pictures, but I couldn’t because, well, I was blogging from school! But the odds of me blogging from home, giving the chronic unrest of the short people these days is decreasing by the… Read More

The forces that drove me to knit in the car in front of the pet store today were many. I managed to write three of the four synopsis, but it took a lot of yelling, pouting, screaming and weeping on my part. The children were getting used to ducking and the spouse…well, let’s just say… Read More

For everyone who has looked at a size 1 dpn and thought that the airlines were nuts, it’s damned impossible to use that dull thing to penetrate flesh? Until 2 minutes ago, I was one of you. I was wrong. *whimper* OUCH! *whimper*

So very bad. I was gonna kill someone and then fall asleep and forget about it. I hated my job, the students, the book, and crap, I was even hating Almighty Freakin’ Emerson. And then it happened. We had two fouled up schedules in a row, and the smallest gear on my sposta snapped, and… Read More

Okay, so I have to summarize all four of the books in four pages a summary–and I’m stressing. Seriously stressing. I have become the worst version of myself, sleep deprivation, snarling at the family, spacing out at work, et. al., and even though I would probably need these synopses would be needed if I wanted… Read More

I knew today was going to suck. My weekend was…exasperating. I never got that work done. I flat out didn’t. So here it is, in my e-mail box, perhaps the opportunity that I’ve been waiting on for the last four years and… And I can’t answer the door because I’m getting a bottle for a… Read More