the last night of this kind of work.
i'm finishing a log of all my readings of irish lit (1000 more words to go...) at the moment.
endometriosis, which has kept itself quiet for much of my time here, has decided to spend sometime with me this evening--with its perfectly timed throbs and aches.
so, here on my belly is a laptop sitting on a hot water bottle, and in between mumbled obscenities, i'm writing rather well at the moment.
after the log is done, i need to create a fantastic story, and have it fully formed by about 3 pm tomorrow. easy, right?
Posted by bananie at December 10, 2002 12:00 AM | TrackBack