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Feb 27, 2006 23:48

Man, I'm beat. My procrastination/ambition is a ball buster.

Since I'm supposed to be working on a big project I'll take this time to update:

Baby to be is just shy of 4 months in the belly. About the size a a gerbil the pregnancy book tells B. Why a gerbil? Can't they think of anything else that you may actually want in the belly, like a Hostess Apple Pie?

We saw a sonogram a few weeks ago. Exciting. Until It turned its head to reveal a flesh eating skeleton face. Huge eye sockets, open brain cap. It was scary looking. Creepy.

School. So much work. Today I taught Walt Whitman, a cat I've never been into. But I warmed up to that revolutionary, transcendental, hirsute, sentimental poet. The fun part is trying to sell this wacky maverick to the kids.

I started a poetry writers' workshop at school. 8 people showed up, none of them are in any of my classes, so that's cool that they found their way into the group.
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