Queen of Rambles

I’ve got cabin fever, folks. I haven’t been outside this apartment in two days and it’s driving me nuts. I need fresh air and some external stimulation. Our apartment smells like nasty, stale farts. Didn’t you want to know that?

I’m getting whatever crud Mike has and it’s irritating. Plus, I have a gigantic pimple on my butt that is apparently unpoppable. Whine whine whine. I’m such a positive and upbeat person, aren’t I?

I should be doing Nano but I can’t. I can not force another word out of my finger tips. I want to just go “blip” and delete the whole damned file. I won’t. I want too.

Actually, I someone said that you should burn your first draft of a book and then what you rewrite is the really good stuff. I don’t know if I buy that or not, but there must be some truth in that somewhere.

The ‘Zine project is really taking off but in a way it is scaring the shit out of me. What made me think I can do this? I’m supposed to be a fearless leader. I must find my courage stick and beat myself with it.

Here’s a poll:

What do you think of these titles?
Chameleon or Chameleonline
Sapphire Wire
Girl Mirror

Mike has been complaining about phlegm, so I rubbed him down with Vicks-Vapo-Rub and I think it scared him. He thought it was some strange magical potion that wouldn’t do anything at all. He was especially unimpressed when I covered it with a rag. He was scared it would make his chest hair fall out. I think he’s entered the Silly Zone. In fact, I know he’s entered the Silly Zone. You should have seen what he was doing while I was on the phone with my mom. You’re going to have to use your imagination though. Let’s just say, my mom thought she was in fine comedic form because I couldn’t stop laughing. Best to just let her believe that. She’d never believe that her dear sweet son-in-law was doing obscene things.

Ok, the clock is about to strike 11. Can I really write 1700 words in an hour? I know I can but do I want to? I guess that’s the big question. I just want to go to bed, which is ridiculous because I’ve only been up 12 hours. We have to get over this “going to bed at 1 am” thing. And we have to stop farting. I think I better go open a window now. A crisp -16°C breeze will be good for me.

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