The heat is still bad. We're holed up in my office with Dr. Muñoz. We'll likely spend most of the day in here.

And I've gotten behind. On the blog, I mean. We'll, on everything, really.

I am behind on being alive.

I hit these points, and I'm just tired of blogging, tired of writing, tired of it all. And don't go telling me how I have to write, ( Read more... )

Happy birthday to robyn_ma.

The morning hasn't gone so well. My sinuses and the associated headache are even worse than yesterday, and yesterday they were bad enough to keep me from writing. Worse still, Spooky's iBook is on the fritz again. The logic board was replaced, but now something else seems to be amiss, so she's backing her data up as I type. ( Read more... )

I think everyone should begin each and every goddamn day with something that scares the absolute bejeezus out of them. It's better than coffee, really. To wit, please note that President Asshole has now removed from the US Army Field Manual any reference to Article 3 of the Geneva Convention, which prohibits torture and "outrages on personal ( Read more... )

Yesterday was as decent a writing day as I needed to finish "The Black Alphabet." I did 987 words, W through Z, and reached THE END. The total for pt. two presently stands at 4,210, making it slightly longer than pt. one (3,674). The two parts together come to a total of 7,884 words. I'd thought that pt. two would take me two days, as did pt. one; ( Read more... )