Tragedy is...

Staring at the cybercafe through my office window, only to realize I left my wallet at home. Which is a little less tragical than getting pulled over and realizing I left my wallet at home, but oh well.

Also, dearest fruitbat, why did reading To Charles Fort, With Love before bed last night give me nightmares? Really, what's up? That's supposed to be comfort reading.

Goodnight Moon (also known as Dogtown II: Ghoul in the City) seems to have been hijacked by The Garden, The Moon, The Wall. At least I have a scene written.

Ugh. I had a thought, and it died. Maybe I have enough change in my car for some coffee.

Bookkeeping 2006

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#13) Transmetropolitan, vol 3, 4 & 6 - Warren Ellis

#14) The Water Mirror - Kai Meyer (English translation by...someone whose name I don't have handy)
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Tacks on the floor and the TV's on

For a moment, I thought my brain had started working again. Don't worry, it was a false alarm.

"The Garden, The Moon, The Wall"
Words today: 571
Words total: 571
Reason for stopping: blue chickens
Darling: n/a
Tyop: Orange sharks scatter across the blacktop.
Mean things: Her dead ex-boyfriend is stalking her.
Sustenance: pizza and chai
Exercise: I should do some of that