by Mir | Oct 26, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
In case I haven’t mentioned it–which I’m sure I haven’t, on account of I’ve been so successful with my Great Plan–I have this Great Plan in place. It goes a little something like this: think about anything, anything at all, rather...
by Mir | Oct 26, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
“Are you in your pajamas? I hear you playing, and I know you’re not playing if you’re not ready for bed.” “Where did you put my pajamas?” “They’re right THERE.” “Where?” “Right in your room!...
by Mir | Oct 26, 2004 | Detritus, What do I do all day?
When I paint. Sheesh. You’re sick. A friend of mine has been “in the process” of painting her family room for something like six months. I couldn’t take it any more; when I saw her this weekend, I told her to pick a day because it was time to...
by Mir | Oct 25, 2004 | What do I do all day?
I’m not sure what it was. It could be my earlier post, or maybe it was just that I’d finally had enough of this constant headache that I get from trying to focus my gaze inbetween the teeny splotches all over my lenses. But today, I bit the bullet, and...
by Mir | Oct 25, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
It occurs to me that my mind isn’t the only item that’s gone AWOL around here. If you spot any of the following, could you please return to me? I would offer a reward, but what could be more rewarding than my undying appreciation? Okay, fine. I’ll give you a...
