I'm exhausted and cold, and I have way too much to do ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel like a writer masquerading as a college student. I do. I have these crazy backwards priorities, I'd rather be writing than doing my work half the time. I put off studying for my math test today so I could throw together a new, really rough outline for one of my novel ideas- you know, the ones that might actually chance to get ( Read more... )

I'm slowly becoming resigned to the war in Iraq. It's like this; I think getting rid of Saddam Huessein and his arsenal is a great idea. I really do. But I don't know when they're going to consider this one finished, you know? We've still got troops in Afghanistan- hell, we're practically running Afghanistan ( Read more... )

A post to one of my mailing lists, the first I hear. Columbia. I remember Challenger, and I remember it so vividly, and it echos back to me now, sensations I can't process. I go into the other room, tell Mom. Grab clothes, jump in the shower. Let the water was over me and think of other things. When I turn off the water I can hear the TV, and I go ( Read more... )