Blarg. The dinner they just brought me? Unripe fruit salad, broccoli (okay, that one's not so bad), a huge wad of rice, an iceberg lettuce salad, and, the piece de resistance, teriyaki chicken. Both Hec and I have said overandoverandover that I am meatless. Thank God he's on his way here to heat up the rest of the paneer.

OTOH, I get to take a bath! WOOT! Par-tay in the hizzospital!

Erika you have had experiences. And you have an interior life. And you know people and their stories. That can be plenty of basis for writing. See also Emily Dickinson. You are undergoing one of those massive self-doubt things right now. but I've read some of the stuff you've published. You have style and something to say as well.

I think maybe Mom can hold off spending the advance, you know?

Well, okay. I'm massively on the side of not counting chickens, so okay. But I know you have written some searing and revealing drabbles that no one else could write, so I'm not gonna believe that you are just rehashing other people's stuff. I will believe that it feels like it sometimes, and that's a drag, but it ain't so.

Not just drabbles. She's had some great stuff in some on-line journals.

I just sent Emily off on Bart to meet up with Juliana for a night on the town, so it's just me and the cats in the apartment.

I have a sudden urge to put on a pair of sunglasses and a pair of boy briefs.

Just take your old records off the shelf, Lee.

Good point, TB. I've read more of the drabbles, so they stick in my head better.

Thanks...it's true. Feeling like a major never-was today. If I was on Deadwood, I'd make somebody go down on me while talking about my rotten life and then get mad when I didn't feel better. Maybe I need to start thinking "What would House Do?" bearing in mind I don't have his pharmacological tolerance and the way he takes pills would put me in a coma for a week. Reminds me of Tony Soprano taking his Prozac...it's funny, I've seen people strangled, beheaded, beat-up, but TS misusing his anti-ds makes me gasp.

OTOH, Tommy Gavin misusing someone else's anti-depressants, par for the course.

It's funny what's shocking.

Nothing Tommy Gavin does with pills or his cock could ever shock me again. Sheila did, though. Her crazy has no bottom, does it? And, not to worry, I wouldn't compel anyone here to give me a Swearingen.ETA: Although if somebody *wanted* to do something indecent to me and listen while I gripe, I doubt I'd object. Just remember, if the recipient of a Swearingen doesn't get off, it's your fault for doing it wrong.(You're just not good like Trixie.)

From overheard in the office:

Office manager, on the phone: Which one of Mommy's boyfriends beat you badly enough as a child to turn you into the bitter, empty, hollow shell of a human being you are today?

Supervisor, to trainee: See? That's why we have to answer the phone quickly in this office: to keep the managers from picking up the phone. Ever.