"Like sleep to the freezing."
Rainy today. Some very loud thunder. Flash flood watches. Our high was 66F.
I cannot find my way out of this anger, and I am about to stop trying.
I slep about three hours last night, and when I finally got up I typed in the line edits for more of Bright Dear Star (I am sick of this ms.), "Crotalus (Murder Ballad No. 13)," "Untitled Psychiatrist No. 5," "Two Monsters walk Into a Bar," "Discord in Anthracite," and "Build You Houses With Their Backs to the Sea." Maybe four hours work. I managed to make some progress with the early stages of MP 2.0, which led to my speaking with Mike P. about 4 p.m. It seems what I was certain is a single species may prove to be at least two and we talked morphometrics, individual variation, ontogeny, and so forth.
Sonya has helped me come up with a magnificent name for at least one of the new species.
Too often, dentists are bulls in china shops.
There was a very good new episode of Masters of the Air concerning the Tuskegee Airmen.
And no, I am not going to talk about our abominable money woes this evening. I just can't. Fuck it. Instead, I shall obsess silently about the casual perfidy of friends.
And so it goes,
Aunt Beast
3:02 p.m.
I cannot find my way out of this anger, and I am about to stop trying.
I slep about three hours last night, and when I finally got up I typed in the line edits for more of Bright Dear Star (I am sick of this ms.), "Crotalus (Murder Ballad No. 13)," "Untitled Psychiatrist No. 5," "Two Monsters walk Into a Bar," "Discord in Anthracite," and "Build You Houses With Their Backs to the Sea." Maybe four hours work. I managed to make some progress with the early stages of MP 2.0, which led to my speaking with Mike P. about 4 p.m. It seems what I was certain is a single species may prove to be at least two and we talked morphometrics, individual variation, ontogeny, and so forth.
Sonya has helped me come up with a magnificent name for at least one of the new species.
Too often, dentists are bulls in china shops.
There was a very good new episode of Masters of the Air concerning the Tuskegee Airmen.
And no, I am not going to talk about our abominable money woes this evening. I just can't. Fuck it. Instead, I shall obsess silently about the casual perfidy of friends.
And so it goes,
Aunt Beast
3:02 p.m.