17 November Damn, it's getting cold! I mean, I know that I've been predicting a cold winter for months, but I wasn't expecting it being quite so icy quite so soon. I went to the post office in the middle of the afternoon, and my ears were cracking off and falling into the street, and my hands were terribly white and dry-looking. I ended up stopping at a sidewalk stand and getting This Year's Gloves, red chenille. I really don't care for chenille, even though this is the second year in a row that I've gotten chenille gloves, but when your hands are cold, your hands are cold. And they're lined but yet thin enough so that I can still turn pages easily, a must if you're gonna be walking down the street with a book, as I am wont to do. Now I just gotta find where the hell I put my earmuffs last year. And why was I going to the post office? Because when I read this entry of Madge's journal, I immediately wrote away for a duct tape wallet of my very only own. It's so cute, yellow and blue with kitty stickers and I totally dig it the most, and because she sent me something that she made, I wanted to send her something that I made and I offered her a photograph, a Kymm Zuckert Original. She requested a picture of a person, so I made her a new picture of Molly that I took the other week, one that if I ever do a book on Molly, will go on the cover. I'll scan it and show it, but only after she gets it, because besides Cynthia and Fran, she gets to see it first, in trade for my lovely wallet. Does anyone else make cool stuff and wants to trade for a photo of some sort? Let me know, maybe we can work something out! The Raccoon was out again yesterday, as she moved over the weekend and then immediately fell ill, as often happens after a move. She rang me and asked what was up, were there any emergencies, etc, and I said no, that everything was quiet. As soon as I hung up, everything shot straight to hell and the rest of the day was spent wrestling angels. And he said, Let me go, for the day breaketh. And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me. Dincha love that conversation between Willow and Spike on Buffy last night? I thought it was as classic as the one between Joyce and Spike last year, the "Have you got any of those little marshmallows?" one. Y'know, I really wish that on Angel they'd stop showcasing Doyle and making him so attractive and cute and vulnerable and strong and all that, since they're gonna... Do something upsetting and spoiler-y that I'm not going to mention. Today's horoscope: Pleasure, beauty and the desire for a smooth flow in relationships are highlighted. You can't avoid all conflict. One year ago today: "You do have a fever!" * Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow * E-Mail Whole new way of looking at life by: Michael Moore! This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors. Last Updated Wed 17 November 08:11:09 1999