Archive for August, 2004

Bleah.

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004

Okay, even when the body thinks that giving in to a sugar craving is a really smashingly, naughtily brilliant idea… it’s not. Having a Kit-Kat bar in the middle of the afternoon followed shortly thereafter by a teeny piece of office birthday cake, washed down with iced tea… well, it’s enough to make a [...]

I know it now

Monday, August 2nd, 2004

I went to the post office this afternoon to set up a P.O. box for me and Kate.
I knew my address, I understood the need for various forms of I.D., I chatted with Pam-the-postmistress about this and that. I remembered that she’s got twins who will be going to college in a [...]

fears at night

Sunday, August 1st, 2004

Maybe you’re asleep, or maybe you’re awake, but your eyes are open in flat darkness and every tuning peg on every nerve in your body has ratcheted your fibers to a high, out of tune E sharp, a ringing you can hear even though you’re lying in bed as still as you can. There [...]