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2004-02-15 9:50 AM flushing we arent going to mention yesterday, m'kay?
cept to say thanks for listening to me whine. **** thank you god, for tylenol PM (the generic kind). i have the hardest time sleeping, i know it's one of the symptoms of the heart thingy but i hate it. i will lay there and hear every (fast) beat of my heart, go over ever possible scenario i can think of, write a few hundred pages in my head and forget everything as soon as i think it. im pretty sure i have written some pulitzer prize material in the dark and snugness of my bed. i dream, but its very rare that i remember what i dream, and i only remember them if i have taken the tylenol. i think dreaming may be your subconciousness's way of flushing the toilet, so to speak. so it would follow, with that theory, that what im dreaming is crap. i did dream last night, but they werent pleasant and the nice thing about that is when the sun hits them they disappear, like the frost that disappears from the grass when daylight hits. like its never been there. but at this time of year, you know it will be back tomorrow. i worked on a piece yesterday, it had a lot of mirrors in it. i also have been researching the issue of same sex marraiges, (which i personally believe is a tempest in a tea cup - the face of marraige has changed a great deal over the last few hundred years) and i hope to cough something of substance out about that. i LOVE the writer's database software i found (FOR FREE how cool is that??) it tracks everything, publishers, submissions and work... at my fingertips i can see what's out, to whom, the date, their guidelines, etc... i finally got the database set up and sent out 4 pieces and im ready to rock and roll. i wish all places took electronic submissions, it sure saves on postage, paper and ink. oh an update on the missing quilt balance... i finally did get it. i dont believe the whole song and dance that came with it (that it was returned to her because she put the wrong zip on it... the date on the MO was the same as the day she sent it out this "second" time) but i got it, no hard feelings (i have been in that situation) and we can eat and pay the water bill. YAY! i'm working on my last quilt order, so i have to sell my next one soon or work on something for the flea markets this spring. still, i am my own boss, i can work in my jammies, i'm losing weight (lol), i am doing what i truly have a passion for, and i dont have to deal with any assholes face to face. i love my job. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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