Today is jumpy and etc et al. My knee is going a mile a minute. Maybe this is because of the new medication I'm on (not the Celebrex, no), also maybe lack of sleep and/or food.

In 500 years "andor" will be one word. Sure thing.

Not helping that the Ramones have been playing in my head since early this morning. I don't believe in a collective unconscious, but a few minutes ago I read a post in which someone mentioned "Beat on the Brat." How uncanny! I wonder if Jung could explain. Please explain, Jung, you shit.

I'm a Freudian myself.

So it appears that I'm being published in an online literary journal. This is a big deal for me. This guy who visits this literary forum that I frequent has this website. I found it interesting so I linked to his site from my personal site. A few weeks later I get an email from him asking for some of my writing. I was flattered. I still am flattered. It's a big deal, but only to me, but no one is sitting on my lap right now, and if she was, she'd be happy, too, so that's really all that counts, right?

I am still toying with the idea of actually producing a chapbook of my work prior to this book thing that's coming out in July. It will require a concerted effort as well as a bit of money, neither of which are exactly banging down my door right now. I wonder how I got so good at twisting metaphors. I think it must have been at the movies.

Now I've done it. Tapping the leg of my bad ankle has caused my entire bad foot to go numb. Ah, rats.



- posted by seanmh @ 3:12 PM