August 2008

It occurred to me tonight while I sat in bed doing line edits of the last 50 pages or so of Black Desert that I’ve been struggling with a real blow to my self-esteem for some time now. It started when I fled Chicago, and got worse in December, despite a book contract, my own

Trust me. This is an amazing improvement. Budgeting sucks, but the results are pretty tangible.

Downloading OpenOffice on a pirated wireless connection. I just don’t have any interest in unplugging my hardline from my shiny desktop. But my pirated printer won’t work on my Vista machine (without a lot of canoodling by the not-Boyfriend, and I haven’t heard from him in three or four weeks), and my OpenOffice training schedule

They’ve had boxes and boxes of cookies leftover from the company picnic this weekend, and today I finally gave in and snatched two of them. The carb count was 26. I figured that was what, a serving size of two cookies? Oh no, that’s for just one cookie. A whopping 52 carbs for two cookies.

Biked over to the park, ate my pre-made rice and veggie dinner and some mixed berries. Continued reading The Stand. Got eaten by some mosquitoes and nearly run over by the folks playing frisbee golf. Came home, finished up some more Twin Peaks, tended to said mosquito bites. Would not have been a bad night,

Steph and I decided to go to the Fair! Because it’s fucking summer, yo. And the fair is full of awesome. We just missed The Ohio State Fair in Columbus, so we traveled a tad north to the Darke County Fair. We are arrived. Free parking, yo! Did I mention we are arrived? Boy, we