“Writing is the most fun a person can have by themselves.”
Terry Pratchett

I change so much that I gave up on having anything serious here. My heroes are David Kapell, inventor of magnetic poetry, and anyone who can make me laugh.

I spent today doing absolutely nothing, which I am immensely proud of. The highlight was getting locked out of the house and having to spend an hour under the lilac tree (yes, tree: it's large enough to merit the name) with the bumblebees and reading and insane amount there. There's a bet running on the age I'll go blind. I think it's at five dollars, a plastic dinosaur and three York Peppermint Patties for the closest guess. My newest paranoias are people pulling up my driveway and lingering, suspiciously, and ending sentences with prepositions. Both have been happening a lot lately.

Calliope
10.22.04

Pssst.