Silly announcement of the day:

I'm told that a chick who looks just like me is on the cover of a current comic book. More on this as it develops...but I find it highly unlikely. Chicks like me don't end up on comic book covers. Chicks like Pixie Stix, maybe.

October 27, 1998.

Last night I discovered the gap between wanting to end the sound of the infernal mice scratching about in the walls and actually seeing a little brown field mouse in a dull coma state in the middle of the kitchen. I had to gather up my nerve to take it gently outside, where it currently lays on the grass still. Felt so guilty for wanting it dead...the Robbie Burns poem "To a Wee Mousie" came strongly to mind.

Oh well. One way or the other, I have to cast my vote. If I value animals more than my peace of mind, I could've always got some of those humane traps. It's too late to cry now. Right?

Yes, yes, I haven't answered my email for more than a month. And I'm sorry, but I'm prolly not going to get a chance to sit down with Eudora until the weekend. Unless anyone would like to write my Renaissance Love Poetry essay for me...please?

And on that note...

one year ago today: sleepin' in