I had the urge to write this whole thing in upspeak

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I used to consider myself, like, a writer? And somewhere inside of me? There's this really serious blogger? Who like, writes a real blog about interesting things? And it's a project that I'd actually put some thought into every day? And I would get to like, attend interesting conferences and literary events? And be on, like, panels and stuff, and talk to other bloggers and writers all the time about writing? ("Oh hey, Heather. Oh really, you're a fan? You thought that was funny? Aw, thanks. You're funny too.")

Instead, I got my Six Word Memoir published in The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007, which means six words that sum up my life are about all I can manage to get published...and apparently, Dave Eggers says you don't even *have* to read it.

And for a "blog", you get my LJ, full of these grunting, exhausted, thoughtless utterances I squeeze out like blocked pores before bed a few times a week. "Baby cute. Ungh, work. So hard. Fun, but busy. Mama tired. Baby adorable. Vote baby. Work busy. Me say that already. Me becoming hermit. Mama tired. Baby sleeping. Ungh. Cute baby. Unnnngh. Baby. Ungh. Night night. Baby."

I really, really have to get some exercise or I'm going to go absolutely crackers. And no, changing the liner in the diaper pail only burns 3 calories a minute. I checked.

But look! I actually used links this time! With real HTML! I so smart.

Me go bed now.