Life, in Bullets

• My daughter is amazing. All on her own, she approached the editor for her college newspaper and told her she wants to write for it. They looked at examples of her writing and said yes. She is now a staff member of the college paper. Her first article comes out today.
• I have parent/teacher conferences this week with my son’s teachers. I feel like I’m being sent to the principal’s office.
• The Ex wants to go with me. That’s like being escorted to the principal’s office by my dad.
• Memphis was fun, tho I ended up holed up in the hotel room sick all day/night Saturday.
• Me (20 minutes after the cold meds kicked in): I can breathe – we have a window of opportunity! Get the rope!
• If you have to be holed up in a hotel room doing hotel bondage all weekend, that was the one to do it  in.
• Friday night before my cold hit was a blast though, and we had a couple good scenes at the Memphis group’s playspace.
• Why can’t StL have an awesome playspace like the one in Memphis?
• Why can’t I be independently wealthy?
• Why can’t I get over this cold?
• I am at work, in spite of the cold. Go me. (sarcasm)
• I have a ton of  work to do, and no motivation to do it.
• Sometimes it’s necessary to fake motivation.
• I’m a lousy faker.
• I forget that everyone isn’t me and doesn’t have the same needs I do; that everyone doesn’t react the way I do. It makes me sad, both to realize that fact, and to realize how self-centered I am that I have to actually remind myself of that.  Note to self: My world is not the world. Maybe I need to get that tattooed on my forearm.
• I just said, “My earballs hurt.” We have earballs, right?
• Being unhappy with someone I care about makes my heart hurt. Probably lots more than it hurts theirs.
• I am loving reading the other authors’ blog posts about writing for the Vegas anthology, especially as I met many of them at the conference last year. I am a little amused though when I read that “No, I don’t do all these things I write about! Do mystery writers murder people?” Because, um, yes, I do do most of those things I write about in my erotica.
• Well, at least the sex parts.
• Furan: a colorless, liquid, unsaturated, five-membered heterocyclic compound, C ₄ H ₄ O, obtained from furfural: used chiefly in organic synthesis.
• Playing words like “furan” on Words with Friends means you are cheating, unless you are a chemist or a scientist of some sort.
• “Eugenist” also makes me suspicious.
• I won a raffle! And not for something insignificant, either. Two paid registrations for Twisted Tryst – that ain’t no small potatoes.  Is it June yet?
• Have I mentioned my heart hurts, as well as my earballs?

And that’s all I got.