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tanaiseRandomly out of the blue I got responses to my DC nerve post. Don't know what's up. Everyone's got friday off so they thought they'd live it up? Who can say. And one of the guys even sounds interesting (and another is 56, so he can just go bite himself). But it did remind me that i was going to fix a profile for up here so I can mock boys on a regular basis with no effort. So that's done.
There's an article in the New York Times about the bee keepers who lived down the road from us for years. What was really frightening was reading the line, "David, 32, their son," and realising how close to my age he really was those years he rode the school bus and I thought he was just about as old as they get.
And ohmigod, from the journalistic wonderland that is Shaken-but-not-Stirred, there's forthcoming Weetzie Bat book, with Weetzie all grown up. It's a non-YA novel as well. it sounds...well, I really want to love it, but I'm not seeing why it's going to be a non-ya from the two lines, which is probably the hazard of the two lines. Besides, Weetzie did grow up, just not all that up...
Work, as it always does, went from nearly nothing to a plethora. I now have in my list of to-do or should-do, stuff for Joe, two different projects for the first woman I worked for, a smaller project from another woman that's a continuation of stuff I did in the past few days, and the german book, which came back finally and is about twice as complicated as it should be, I'm telling you. So that's exciting and cool. And I realized today that above and beyond the fact that I think Joe is cool, I am *terrified* of messing up on his stuff. I have no cares at all about messing up other stuff, I'm just worried that he won't let me keep helping if I don't do it correctly.
The house is very hot. I'm hoping my room will be cooler, since there was a big thunderstorm already today. And I'm so tired my eyes keep drifting shut, so I'm off to bed. be good.
There's an article in the New York Times about the bee keepers who lived down the road from us for years. What was really frightening was reading the line, "David, 32, their son," and realising how close to my age he really was those years he rode the school bus and I thought he was just about as old as they get.
And ohmigod, from the journalistic wonderland that is Shaken-but-not-Stirred, there's forthcoming Weetzie Bat book, with Weetzie all grown up. It's a non-YA novel as well. it sounds...well, I really want to love it, but I'm not seeing why it's going to be a non-ya from the two lines, which is probably the hazard of the two lines. Besides, Weetzie did grow up, just not all that up...
Work, as it always does, went from nearly nothing to a plethora. I now have in my list of to-do or should-do, stuff for Joe, two different projects for the first woman I worked for, a smaller project from another woman that's a continuation of stuff I did in the past few days, and the german book, which came back finally and is about twice as complicated as it should be, I'm telling you. So that's exciting and cool. And I realized today that above and beyond the fact that I think Joe is cool, I am *terrified* of messing up on his stuff. I have no cares at all about messing up other stuff, I'm just worried that he won't let me keep helping if I don't do it correctly.
The house is very hot. I'm hoping my room will be cooler, since there was a big thunderstorm already today. And I'm so tired my eyes keep drifting shut, so I'm off to bed. be good.
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Date: 2004-06-11 03:48 pm (UTC)