My Post
I am writing about this post, this post that I sit at day after day, called one of my two computer stations, bouncing back and forth from admin to editing, from creative endeavors to logistic endeavors.
I am writing about this post, this post that I sit at day after day, called one of my two computer stations, bouncing back and forth from admin to editing, from creative endeavors to logistic endeavors.
With that said, I will keep this short.
I am a bad dog owner. I just left Lefty in my swiveling editing chair. And she just figured out how to get out of it and she doesn’t trust me as much as she did ten minutes ago, but she will forget. But now she will know how to best get out of a swivel [...]
I looked out of windows to take pictures today, and now that I think about it I have been looking out of the tightly shut window of myself to try to be OK with the world out there.
Today was one of those days that while rife with anxiety just slipped away, ran by, all I can see is its dust trails.
Horror stories of Haiti, and Obama’s compliance in his presidency make me sad and distract me.
