a pretty headed little criminal

So far the plan is thus: wake up obscenely early, meet up with Melynda, pay for cake, spend afternoon in Metro, purchase snake headed cane from mystery LJ person. We'll see if this plan actually works.

Going to write something for Jaida's ABC Harry Potter Challenge for kicks. It's been ages since I tried my hand at anything remotely resembling a genuine story. Having someone else invent the arc for me is kinda cheating but I've got to warm up my hands somehow. My theory being if I get started writing again, it will gain momentum and I'll actually put down some of these original pieces languishing in my hard drive. I want to write Meier's history down, because I know it so well. I want to write hardboiled murder mystery stories that involve Anna somehow, just for fun, with vampires and werewolves and the whole lot. Mostly I want to be Nabokov, Murakami, Dostoevsky and Skvorecky all at once.

I should mention we have a paradox contained in our freezer. Alan theorizes that the freezer is the safest place to keep it, but I worry anyway. I don't want a paradox anywhere near my popsicles, much less near me. It frightens me.

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Damn it.

Well now I know why some invitations never made it to their destinations. They were sitting on my desk, stamped and ready to go.

Yes, I am an idiot.

I am exhausted and in exile

A lovely day with Melynda involving lunch at NXNW, and many hours in Metro. She seemed very peeved that I kept winning at cards. Soon there will be pictures of my fabulous new snake headed cane, which a very kind Ukrainian American girl named Elise sold to me. I am vastly pleased, as is the wizard.

However I am paying for the lack of sleep with an edge of delerium that keeps me from being coherent or productive. Add to that, being exiled from my home state of Colorado and sent to work California with a dozen other people.

I am weary and emotional.