Friday, February 21, 2003
I have a cold after all. A nasty one. Ugh. And, of course, Spooky has it, too. We watched Val Lewton's Cat People last night, but I think we were both too ill to enjoy it very much.
The editorial letter from Roc still hasn't arrived. Remember, waiting is at least 75% of writing. If waiting's not your cup of tea, do something smart, like bartending or freelance paranormal investigation, instead. You'll thank me for the advice.
I dreamt last night that I was having an affair with Kelly Osborne. I rarely confess my dreams to anyone, but that was just entirely too bizarre to keep to myself.
Anyway, since I'm still stalled and I don't want to risk more whining, that's probably it for the day. At least I get Farscape tonight.
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