i finally got to sleep maybe around 5 am

but being awake was good cause i got to have a bit of email conversation with mike, awake in england (early morning for him).

so i think i'm going to make a short flash cartoon for his most recent character, PJ the Robot. with new flash capabilities, i'll post it up here when i'm done.

anything to keep me from working on my mid-year review stuff. friday, stay away!

this is my secret:
sometimes i like to read harlequin romance novels from the 70's. if you'd like to know more, i have a list of cool things about them. but i won't go into that now.

i can't sleep and i'd like to read one now, but i don't have any to read. it's time to go to the goodwill -- or st. vincents, my new favorite store.

i think st. vincent's had a furniture sale this weekend and i missed it. i should have gone straight there upon my return to buffalo today. i'm in the market for a sofa bed. but i'm picky.

i guess maybe i'll just hang around online for a while. or, i could read some serious literature. god knows there's enough of that lying around the house, most of it starved for attention.

dear paul,

i like the newness of the strip. the colors are pleasing and bring on the spring. huge super thumbs up on seeing who's online and who's logged in.

however. (hear my mother tone.) my puny old computer only has a static 640X480 screen and it took me AGES to figure out i had to scroll across for the login.

i do admit to my own stupidity. i just wanted to whine. now that i know where it is, there' s no reason to change it.

drinking gin and water
eating toasted cheese



except i can't sleep. that's not good. i know it's early -ish but i want to sleep. who is the goddess of sleep? whoever it is, i call you.

mr. sandman.....

it's weird, kind of. the more i read on everyone's elmwood blogs, the more disoriented i am in actual physical conversation with the people who write. they'll start telling a story about something, and i'll be like, hey, i know what you're going to say. and them i'm weirded out because i don't know why i know that. but it's the blog, the dangerous land of blogs. we're spies and spied on at the same time