So the other night I was talking to a deer friend on the phone when the most peculiar image popped into my brain. He was talking to little nieces and nephews in the background (and being very funny about it actually). He came back to the phone and apologized for the interruption, and I told him it was ok cause my biological clock was smiling at him. The image that actually flashed across my brain was of my uterus and bio clock at a water cooler, chatting about something (maybe gossiping about my fallopian tubes), then hearing what was going on, turning to him, and smiling and winking at him, maybe throwing in a coy little wave. What the hell is going on with me?

I am on a campaign now to convince onchard that we will have to raise little finnegan henry or alice nin (or sharlot perregrine) in nyc. Close to home, and still far enough away.

Reading ‘The Traveller’ by John Twelve Hawks now, good and weird so far.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000BLNP3W/sr=8-1/qid=1143235565/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-6809011-4385659?%5Fencoding=UTF8