june 10, 2002.

I am the Queen of Minutia. Bow before me, all those who would take care of the small shit - for I am your GOD.

Accomplished today:

• u-haul research re: a one-way trip to Toronto in August.
• encouraged the Boy to avail himself of the counseling facilities of the Good Ship Education in choosing useful courses to fill out his undergraduate degree
• purchased a birthday present for Q & Pixie Stix online
• ordered transcripts from U of T to complete my licensing at the Baconburg College of Teachers
• deposited cheques, including tax return
• photocopied La Belle Dame Avec Merci's field report; added it to the envelope bound for the School Board of Greater Gomorrah
• completed our registration with StanFest
• read and critiqued the first chapter of Javina's novel

Lists make me happy.

Yesterday I spoke to 4 homebodies: Scherezade, Dirk, Agamemnon & St. Stephen. The first is excited by my plan to visit next year and full of interesting cultural date regarding pudding. The second is assembling a real-life scrapbook for Convergence, prompting me to offer my archetypal 16 packets of absinthe-binge-related sugar to the cause. The third is thinking of moving to New Yawk. The fourth is coming to see us at the end of the month, and will join us at Stanfest under the apple-and-crossbones standard. Good phone calls, all. In between all of the TCB, it's nice to get some love.

I keep trying to write more pieces for the Convergence project, but goddamn it! I am frigging blocked, for the first time since I got home. My writing pilot light has gone out and there do not exist a sufficient amount of curses to express my ire.

Oh well. Time to work through the block.

1 year ago today: sack race loser