Does anyone else have a life that’s, at times, like a still pool, and at other times, it’s like a bunch of kids are chucking rocks into your pool? Today’s a bit like the latter. My poor pool. 
Today will be filled with a mishmash of craziness much befitting a goth/witch/writer/dork such as myself. First, I have to find a kind way to boot the tent worms out of the tree in my backyard (because…ew). But without a boot…because that involves too much, well, squishiness. Then, after getting a thousand or more (hopefully more) words into Wonderland and fretting over the upcoming deadline for Eighth Grade Bites (final revisions due May 15th), I have to try…try…to recreate what the hair guy did to my head last Thursday (because, as it turns out, he wasn’t a butcher at all–Jeremy was seriously cool). Then I have to call my bank and threaten physical harm on someone for screwing with my account balance (even though I’m quite the pacifist). And then later on tonight I get to meet the wondermous Melanie Lynne Hauser when she’ll be doing a reading/signing at my local library.
Somewhere in there I need to schedule goofing off time.
Screw it, I’m goofing off now.
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My crowd always say “If what you’re doing is not your passion, you have nothing to lose.”
My girlfriend said that she would beat me to death with an ugly stick if I did not stop reading your www site.