Ashes to ashes

Did you ever notice how things always look so much better after a good sleep? People sometimes don't (especially once the alcohol has worn off), but situations can be like vampires--when you take a good hard look at them under the light of day, what seemed scary and invincible seems to magically crumble into a pile of dust.

Man, I've learned so much these past three weeks. I hardly feel like the same person.

I'm working out of the apartment this morning, and the ducks are quacking up a storm. The work has been focused, which is good. I'm rereading Amelia one last time and have already gone through 50 pages. I'm pleased with what I have accomplished; in fact, some of the lines I'm extremely pleased with and I don't feel the need to take a red pen through every page any more (although I have wielded my pen on quite a few occasions!)

After this read, I'll send it off to Jen and focus on a new project. I have a short story I want to tame and a web site that woefully needs updating.

Turn on Totally Random Ted

Just came back from a jog. Man, does that feel good. Now, as I just wrote to Nomadvak, I'm sitting at my puter, about to work on Amelia after a glass of milk and two chocolate chip cookies. Dang, I feel incredibly wholesome, for some reason.

Hey Colette, I managed to get a duplicate key made for my mailbox, and guess what was inside? Yes, the picture did take me back...I almost felt like Sam Spade for a moment, with my brim pulled down low. Listen, sister, thanks for the card..you're all right in my book!

And Robster, looks as though you picked a damn good night to attend a Red Sox game! I thought of you as I saw the crowd go wild at the end.

Looking forward to Sunday...