Friday, November 21, 2003
I'd like to go back to Wednesday, please. That was the day I felt okay. The day after the blustery day and rainy night.
Yesterday, I finished with the "Mercury" cover and e-mailed the tif to Subterranean Press' design person, then Spooky aned I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the cluttered dustbunny ranch that the bedroom had become. Two of us and only one vanity. It's something of a disaster, what Christa Faust would call an explosion in a girl factory. We need at least three bedrooms, with spacious closets, the two of us. Oh, and UPS brought a package from my new editor, a bunch of books he's edited. Free books are always cool. Much better than cleaning messy bedrooms.
I'm sorry. There's nothing in my head worth saying this morning. Or there's too much in my head and I'm not up to dividing signal from noise.
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