Saturday, March 08, 2003

Hurt my back durning Karate. Now I walk hunched over like a little old lady. I'm getting no sympathy from my husbandor the cat. He seems to think the tube of Bengay is somehow a threat, sniffing it warily and running away. That cat, that is.

Tuesday, March 04, 2003

A new month, a brand new blog. I don't think I'm interesting enough to warrant my very own blog, so I'll have to make up stories as I go along. Or steal, I do that, too. Literary Klepto. As Elliot wrote, Immature writers immitate, mature writers steal. If it's good enough for Old Possum, it's good enough for Byrd.