My blog is sad. We tried scanning in pictures we drew when we were ten and people thought us talented and only parts of the pictures showed.
If you send me invitations without your name on them, I won’t open them.
If you have sent me Hallmark type cards, when I try to download them I get all DOS–happens when I try to make a card also. Have to find out what’s wrong.
If you put BE credits in my account, it’s a kind of funny joke. I’m not good with contests but will think of one.
I spent from 8:30 AM to 8:30 PM writing nine paragraphs. I don’t know if I have anything usable.
I would care but I just sneezed so many times I lost count and envisioned myself in the emergency room undergoing a battery of tests for sneezing problems.
Actually I wrote that during a brief intermission. This pause permitted me to blow my nose, and thank whoever invented Puffs. This would be overwhelming if it weren’t the most exciting part of my weeksince Tuesday when I could last take a semi-long walk.
When I can’t take fast long walks, not in slushy ice, I become irritable and sometimes depressed. Walks recharge me and let my subconscious think, and me listen in.
I went out last night, on a girl friend date, because I had to, or feel frozen in. The condition of my right nostril is the consequence of the seven block walk to and from a great hood restaurant that attracts people from all over of course.
The fourteen block round trip walk didn’t count as one but freezing night air icy torture.
I was going to post a complaint about this being winter break week. All my favorite cold weather, hood hang outs, the Museum of Natural History, The Time Warner Mall, and The AMC 68th Street will be packed. All are are too popular with people from the hood, the rest of Manhattan, the burbs and the world.
Not that I care about this right now. I only care about having a right nostril that will stop tickling, sneezing, and running. That doesn’t mean I want a stuffed nostril.
Oh no, it’s now happening to my left nostril.
Yes, we call the Upper West Side, the hood, as it’s the place we call home. It does sound strange.
An hour and a half later: I have had occasional flashes of brilliance that are promptly forgotten to the battle that is mostly lodged in my right nostril.
After the tenth or so Puff, they feel like any other tissue.
I tried to read. These aren’t dry sneezes and not always completely projectile. Between the non-projectile problem and my inability to read just before, during and after sneezing, plus all the attendant problems make reading or thinking torture. I know I have had some brilliant insights. Just can’t remember them.
One small right nostril and the myriad of problems it can cause. I can’t imagine what this would feel like if it were both nostrils at once. I know the left nostril wants equal time. My left side is my better side and supposedly represents much about me.
It’s feeling amazingly better as if some irritant in the apartment dissipated.
No, that was a momentary reprieve with much false hope.
Sunday: I’m in one of the worst moods I can remember being in. I live two cold and icy blocks from anywhere. If I can hold out until Friday when it’s supposed to be 46 and sunny, might make it through this.
When I took a seminar on from blogger to author as in published books they said if you make it into the New York Times, you’re guaranteed a book deal someday
Really didn’t need to wake up, pick up my paper and see: “Debtors search for discipline through they’re blogs,” on the left column of the front page. Is that really news?
Isn’t every blogger really searching for something?
If bloggers are going to make the front page of the “nations” newspapers they should have been the two bloggers who were fired then rehired then quit the Edwards campaign.
When are Democrats going to realize that the right wing is trying to control Democratic campaigns? Edwards almost caved until he realized that bloggers, basically, wouldn’t stand for that