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Sep. 22nd, 2005
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Sep. 22nd, 2005 11:09 amI should know better than to get Starbucks' coffee, really I should. But alas, it's here and I was groggy. So I sip my cup of char and half & half and make faces. I am wearing the bottom of my trousers rolled.
I'm stuck on a conversation scene, wherein some sort of useful information is supposed to be related. I have no idea what that information might be. And two characters who are not supposed to be making eyes at each other are threatening to do so. Maybe I should draw more maps.
I've climbed 12 flights of stairs so far today, and that has to count for something.
This pointless entry is brought to you the letter R, and by the number 3.
Happy Equinox.
I'm stuck on a conversation scene, wherein some sort of useful information is supposed to be related. I have no idea what that information might be. And two characters who are not supposed to be making eyes at each other are threatening to do so. Maybe I should draw more maps.
I've climbed 12 flights of stairs so far today, and that has to count for something.
This pointless entry is brought to you the letter R, and by the number 3.
Happy Equinox.
Tired little brain
Sep. 22nd, 2005 02:59 pmI'm reading Michio Kaku's Parallel Worlds, in the vain hope of being able to write my crazy girl-messing-with-time story in a way that isn't completely stupid. I like the book so far, but every now and then my groggy little brain reads "cosmetologist" instead of "cosmologist", and tries to shut down. How many cosmetologists spend their careers trying to determine the precise value of H, Omega, and Lambda?