punkinhead

Hey there SG friends and neighbors,

Well, after several threats Desilou has left the building. She was my first good SG buddy, and now she is gone. I always thought she would be the likeliest SGer to meet in real life. I hope I do get to meet her at some point. Her and all my buds here, tell the truth.

So my new job is demanding, exhausting and possibly above my skill level. Today was my first day solo in my position and Oh Dear it was tough. I do so much frickin math!! I had no idea. Its the math that wears me out the worst.

The commute bites ass. I work the evil rush hours and spend no less than two hours a day getting back and forth. Same trip on a Saturday - possibly twenty five minutes.

Okay the flip side is BANG! having cash. This is going to be a hip Christmas because I can actually spend some money on the people I love. And the Cats I love.

All my friends are having babies - my gift list almost doubled in two years. Its hip though - Xmas is all about kids.

BG is well. I love her. She is always cold so I bring her blankets - I am always thirsty and she fills my water glass.

Writing, of course, suffers. For the first time in probably three years I'm not writing every day. I'm just too tired.

So thats it. Hey, look at me a second - you know I love you and I'll be back. But something had to give - hellasomthings, actually. My online life will have to hang.

Of course we are friends so drop me a Contact email if you want to say hey.

take it light,

ph

Taoist Thought for the Day: Things are unfolding exactly as they should.

Cat Report: I never see them any more and they hate it. They swing between ignoring me and erupting with half-mad frenzies of neediness. Fresh has gone completely squirrelly and Cali is not much better. Its my fault, but this is duty now for the future - gotta do what and all that.

Factoid: I knew I wanted to be a writer when I was thirteen. I was living in Houston and lounging around and a story came to me - a horrible, trite thing that involved high school exiles and the homecoming dance. I got all teary-eyed and decided I was going to be writer. I still have high hopes.