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My eyes are crossed from working on the perpetually late upcoming issue of the journal I edit. I watched Abbot and Costello Meet the Mummy tonight with my kids. We made popcorn and root beer floats. I sure wished you were here. I am working on about six stories at once with little hope of finishing any of them anytime soon. I have a brand new computer sitting on my bedroom floor that I haven't even had time to set up yet. Oh, and I would be Fabienne on the Pulp Fiction character quiz...pretty much accurate...since I always think it's a good time for oral sex or pie...either one is fine, thanks. Oh, and Verian...I finally got the camera sent off. Sorry for being such a big slacker. Please forgive me. I'm working on another harebrained scheme to bring art and kul-chah to the boonies. More details later on that craziness. If I weren't a lawyer, I think I'd like to be a butterfly rancher! Does that not sound like the coolest job ever? I bought a groovy pair of brown specs today on Ebay for ten bucks. There's been a bit too much LJ drama going on the past few days for my taste. Use that fuckin' PRIVATE post feature, ya'll...or else ya got no right to go all Greta Garbo later. Sheesh. I'm going to start running again, if the damn weather would warm up a bit. I can't stand running in the cold. It's been waaaaay too long since I've read a good Joe Don Baker post. Hint. Hint. Oh, and my new favorite artist? Helen Torr. Which reminds me that I have to pick up canvases tomorrow. Did I say tomorrow? I mean today. Which means that I've stayed up entirely too late. I think I'm delirious anyhow...Goodnight Moon.