The smirky picture is great. You both look like you are trying so hard to be serious.

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I'm not just spamming all y'all with pictures of me; well, I *am,* but spamming y'all wasn't the reason I was playing with the pictures in the first place. I'm working on a photo album project to give to my bro for his wedding -- hence, the family photos and shit.

Awww, that is sweet, and Teppy pictures are always welcome.

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The smirky picture is great. You both look like you are trying so hard to be serious.

It's possible that we had both already had a few drinks by the time that picture was taken.

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postus interruptus: hullo, just did a threadsuck and skim and am relieved to see that my not having gotten a tiara for tiaraee yet seems to be okay as only 1 person has gotten one so far, I think (sailaweigh). I clicked on several links. Baby photos = GOOD! Steph looks lovely all tan and long-haired. Adieu.

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I think I had a version of that "running stallion" that was a thoroughbred. I also had a thoroughbred mare and foal, a bay Arabian Stallion, a Clydesdale mare and foal and this Indian Pony. She was my favorite. I just liked the way she looked.

I'm pretty sure I had an Arabian mare and foal too. I'm not sure where they are. (Somewhere in my apartment. If I had enough flat surfaces, I would display them.)

I'm having a weird, disconnected week at work. I feel like I'm lost there -- can't tell if I'm doing anything right and also really disengaged. I need to get the heck out of there. (Had two rejection letters today. . . not unexpected.)

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relating to a discussion we had way back when (like a few days ago). Rember the talk about the study that showed there is "no such thing as a bisexual man" in the NY times.

Turns out (surprise suprise) that the researcher who produced the report was fired for ethical violations and sloppy research from his previous job.

[link]

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Love the smirky picture.

Sleep schedules are weird and confusing and need to get settled now. The first day I got back from Israel, my body seemed to think it was still there, and I fell asleep at 6. The next few days after that, I slowly started getting back onto actual time, and yesterday, I fell asleep at 9:30. Seems all good. Today, though, it's 12:30, and I'm still not asleep. I'm not entirely sure what time zone my body thinks it's in now, but I really wish it would figure out that it's supposed to be in this one.

I've got some Tylenol PM, and I would take it, except that I've got an interview tomorrow and really can't be groggy. But being sleepy doesn't seem like it would be much better.

t /ongoing jetlag report

I'm not sure how I feel about this interview. It's a great job, but I'm not entirely sure I'm qualified for it, and it's the kind of thing that really needs to be done by someone who knows what they're doing. And I'm not sure that's me.

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I just found out I made the semifinals of what's reputed to be one of the tougher and more prestigious romance writing contests out there!

I'm stunned. Over the moon. This comes during as bad a week of writerly self-doubt and pessimism as I've ever had (though I've kept writing throughout). Semifinals just means top 30%, but its reputation means it self-selects for good writers to a certain degree, and in previous contests my scores have hovered right around the contest average.

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the study that showed there is "no such thing as a bisexual man" in the NY times.

Wow, and I thought the Times would be more accepting than that...

In a bit more seriousness @@

job-ma, Hil! The PM in the Tylenol is just some Benedryl if that helps you choose whether to take it or not...

In my new shorter hair news, bath rock even more when you don't have to try to pull your hair up into a cheerleader ponytail beforehand.

I am heading to bed now I think.

Whoot Susan!

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Susan roooooooocks.

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