Writing Success: What is writing again?

Music Playing: The WB is showing the Mummy. It's on.

Exerpt from "...And You Think You've Got It Bad" : Don't have one right now. The book is somewhere in a box somewhere.

Bizarre Quiz of the Day:

You are the Figher Femme


Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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Patrick broke his arm flipping himself up and over our waist-high cyclone fence. Man-oh-man, what a mess. But he was really brave about it. He doesn't yet have a cast, but we don't think he needs surgery. The actual doctors appointment for that will be next week.

Yes, I still feel sick. It's great fun. (not) I think the doc who saw me should be keel-hauled. But I'm in that kind of mood.

To that end, just keep out of my way for a couple of days, okay? I'm snarlin' right now, and fit to be tied. Probably should be. I know, it's inexplicable. I mean it to be. I'll get over it, as I do all things.

I will say this: I have mirror problems. This means that when I have a problem, I try very hard to turn a "mirror" around on my feelings and see if I'm the cause of the problem or if I am merely reacting to the problem. Right now, I'm both. Which means I'm not effectively dealing. Hence the mood. Turn that mirror, baby. You just might see your own reflection staring back.