The past four nights I've slept at least 7 hours, when I usually sleep only 4-5 hours a night. The first two nights I was ill, so it makes sense. The second two, I'm not at all sure. But I'm sleeping too much ( Read more... )

Partly cloudy (partly sunny) today. Currently 68˚F.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,926 words on "La Belle Fleur Sauvage." I'm very much liking where this is going. It's an extension of the stylistic experiment I began with "The Dinosaur Tourist" (Sirenia Digest No. 139 ( Read more... )

There were thunderstorms before dawn. I slept through them, but they woke Spooky. Now, they've passed over us and out to sea. And there's some sun. And suddenly it's July, again ( Read more... )

There actually are people who believe that 76˚F is a summer's day. They live here in Rhode Island ( Read more... )

Ugh. Yeah, we're awake now, right? I've been chattering away like Robin fucking Williams for an hour, and I think Spooky's ready to murder me. But, then, she usually is. Ready to murder me.

Hey, let's get off on the right foot. Here's some depressing-ass shit: "Police Seek Escaped Exotic Animals in Ohio." And while we're at it, since when is it ( Read more... )