First of all, this is hilarious and I think I went to school with this guy or his soul cousin or something. Or LOTS of his soul cousins, most of which I probably dated for a week or so.

Next up: I wrote about how I am of the firm opinion writer’s block doesn’t exist. Danae West disagrees. While I am willing to further refine my stance to say that yes, neurological damage, head trauma, or other organic things might keep one from writing, I don’t think we should call that writer’s block. When Danae speaks of writer’s block and I speak of it, we’re speaking about two different things. Thoughts, anyone?

The oatmeal cookies I was jonesing for this morning? I walked down to the store with the kids to get oatmeal for them. They are currently baking. Mmmmmmmh. The pan de campagne turned out well yesterday too–so well, in fact, that there is only a heel of it left.

The Grand High Book Weasel sent me some Halloween cards–one lovely one with a crow on it, and a funny one about damnation and candy. Heh. Awesome. She sure knows how to make a girl feel better, does that GHBW.

I am waiting for the acetaminophen to kick in so I can have some relief from this bastard headache, then it’s straight back into the Jill book, damn the torpedoes, etc., etc….

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