Jagged Little Pills, Al Bundy and Microfiber

“When the world slips you a Jeffrey, stroke the furry wall.” – Infant Sorrow I’ve had a couple of Jeffries shoved down my throat over the past few days.  Nearly impossible to swallow.  They’d been kind of lodged in my throat, not cutting off my breathing but jagged enough to remind me they were still ever-present.  Until I decided…

I Do Love Being The Master Of Someone Else’s Destiny

I wouldn’t exactly label myself a control freak.  True, I like things done a certain way (fine, MY way) and in my time.  But it’s not like I fall apart if they don’t go according to my set schedule.  I may get a little crabby, but I’m not completely unreasonable or unyielding.  I’m just…regimented.  =)…

I Left My Beloved Laptop In A Fitting Room Yesterday…Senility Is Setting In Sooner Than Anticipated

I would say that I get one solid hour of stress-free, uninterrupted writing time per week.  That doesn’t mean I only write during that one hour; it only means that I don’t have seven other things cooking simultaneously.  I can’t tell you how much I love this time.  My daughter throws back handsprings.  I type….

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