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gabriel Love and ferrets and pretending to be a writer. 2004-02-16 11:12 AM stories Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: hurting with a headache; gonna go lie down. Read/Post Comments (1)

The ferrets are: taking it easy till the next bout of mayhem. Tazo has taken to greeting Gregg when he's sitting at his computer (usually editing photos, of course) by climbing up on his shoulder, then resting her front paws on his head, and licking the top of his head. Weather: rainy Reading: The Scarlet Seed, last in The Heaven Tree trilogy, Edith Pargeter. Listening to in the car: The White Dragon, Anne McCaffrey I have a couple of stories in mind, both featuring internet wickednesses. I have stories that sit around that I could submit somewhere, but I am too lazy. Do I feel guilty about this? Yes, and I don't know why. Is it because I was reared Catholic? Or is it because the public is not privileged to read my great thoughts and know my great message? Messages. Ha. Is it because I am passing up a chance to bring pleasure to my family and friends by getting something published ad making them proud? Feeling proud of friends and family members makes me happy, so it likely does the same for other people. The apartment smells like caramelized onions. I hope it is bugging the neighbors. Sometimes some neighbor will cook something and the fragrance will drift into my apartment and I wish they'd invite me down to dupper. Other times they barbecue and the smell of dead animal wafts in. Or lighter fluid. Don't they know how to pre-soak the briquets? I want to tell them. (I want to tell people how to use apostrophes. I want to tell people that there is no such thing as a hot water heater. I want to educate the world.)

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