031012 God it's such a relief to have a real computer again! 031112 This is the strangest thing I have ever heard. Adaptation is not endorsement. 031212 Told Libby it was bedtime and she had to settle down; her response, while jumping on the bed: “I don’t settle down! I save the world! I’m BATMAN!!!” 031312 I get it finally, Social Media. We’re all a giant ad-copy-creating bot. 031812 The singing waiter at Howard Johnson's in Madison said (his dad told him) even if life is hard, "At least you’re here to see it, right?" 032112 My life is perpetually in a hotel. Echoing grammatical structures. Swinging from monkey bars; hands that smell of metal. Smoke. Coffee. Breakfast buffets that aren't good but do exist. More coffee. What started out as a glamorous mini-attack on youth turned into true gnarl. I am finally an oak tree, but I am not yet at rest. Framed by a window, a magic window comprising a fucking lot of tiny, bright dots. Agh. Urgency. How it sucks the blood out of everything and spits it into the solar wind. "This is most definitely a terrible idea. But--I won't know for certain until I've done it." 032212 I mean, duh, but, literature is an original open-source project. It’s freaking HUGE. Makes Wikipedia look like a book report. But hey, book reports are part of it too. It’s just, you know, some contributions have more scope and impact than others; attract and retain more visitors. You know. The secret mansion. Roc City. Grace Tone. All that. A circle of granite or limestone scooped out by eons of a secret miniature waterfall. The tiny has more in common with the great than my striving insecurity wants to believe. 032612 Time to start saying yes more. I've been (had to be, I guess, according to some voices) the strength of no. And yet, daffodils in a metallic blue water bottle. A lego camper. Sticking sticks in the fire. Mud. Dipped cones. I'm scaming becase I need a vaciton. I have a thousand words, but there are about eight or ten words in front of them, getting in the way of letting them out. Every night, a thousand words. Every night, eight or ten. And here they are: I am so. Fucking. Tired. 032812 YOU MUST REMEMBER THIS. Just STARTING the impossible task makes it possible.