Friday, March 05, 2004
I was so bad yesterday, there are hardly words for it. When I should have been sitting in this cold office, writing the end of "Rappaccini's Dragon," I was lying on a hillside in Piedmont Park, in the warm sun and the smell of blooming vegetation, having an argument with Spooky about whether the cumulus or cirrus clouds were moving the fastest. And to top it all off, I fell asleep without brushing my teeth. Days like that will be the end of me.
I think this will be an absinthe day.
And I will find THE END of this story, I hope.
There are three more waiting to be written.
There are at least a few wonders in the news these days, little bits of awe to keep me moving. Very solid evidence of water on Mars and new theropod and sauropod dinosaurs from Antarctica. The oldest known fossil insect. These, at least, are good things.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that I'm going to have to vote for John Kerry. I just gotta keep telling myself, it might hurt like hell, but the cure isn't worse than the disease.
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