in my cd player... The Spinanes Manos, Strand, and Arches and Aisles

on the page... Jane Austen's Mansfield Park I tugged it along with me tonight and managed to conquer forty pages

reminiscent chords Deep into Geoff Farina's set I felt like I'd been there before... back to a freshman dorm room evening getting ready for a party

stressed to the brink of insanity Work is clawing at me... and it's hard to shut it out

in my comment field... "There's nothing so pathetic as the way I blow a punchline." Rebecca Gates

fine line Todd thinks that yesterday's wondering was actually walking the fine line between wondering and postcard... he fears for the destruction of the file hierarchy. At least he didn't say, "very nice" like usual.

fired up Today, Todd pointed out that I get all fired up about hypotheticals... and I must admit that he's right... though I never really thought about it like that. The very mention of certain possibilities sends me into a tizzy.