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…. in another life, I will have a super-metabolism of Doom, and I will be able to eat bagels all day long. The end.

Stepped out of the house today at 6:45am. Local bank clock read: 84 degrees, and climbing. Real Feel for today is 98 degrees. I have taken to imitating G, and dressed for my commute today in tank top and shorts. Switched to my corporate linen when I got in. These hot summer days always put

Wow, it’s that kind of “week.” Writing and whisky. It’s the best life.

Slow down, slow down! (Thanks, Greg)

In truth, women shouldn’t have to legitimize themselves as athletes by challenging the guys, but with America’s short attention span, it’s one of the few ways women find mainstream recognition. These days, “A League of Their Own” sounds like a quaint notion because the WNBA is the only significant survivor of all the women’s pro

Using actual body size based on teens’ reports of their height and weight, the researchers found that overall, overweight or underweight teens were only slightly more likely than normal-weight teens to have suicidal tendencies. But teens who perceived themselves at either weight extreme — very fat or really skinny — were more than twice as

When oh when? I stopped reading 1/4 of the way through book 8, when I realized the plot had stopped completely and I was getting twenty-page descriptions of clothing and scenerey. However, as with the Star Wars franchise, I’m invested, and someday, I’m told, the books will end. I should probably start catching up on

It’s going to be 94 degrees today here in Chicago, and muggy. I wandered in from the train station to work (about a 12 minute walk) wearing a tank top with my linen pants, and some sensible hiking sandals. A guy on a bike, wearing shorts, tank top, and do-rag, whizzed by me. He hopped

Woke up at 2:30am, pouring sweat, jerked out of a nightmare in which I’d dreamed that I’d yanked out my IUD, to the tune of much blood and pain. Reassured myself that no, really, all was still in place. Took a couple of Motrin this morning. Sucks to be a woman. Bloody womb fiction, here

You’ll appreciate this, Jenn. And I thought my character database was nutty… But then, I’m the actual author. Wow. Fans are great.