When I can’t sleep, and I can’t relax enough to try – and my mind won’t let me work on edits or writing – I either read blogs, hop around Graveside and Louise’s forums, or head over to Pogo.com for some free games.
Tonight, I played Scrabble. I like playing the beginner level, mostly because I can beat the damn computer almost every time. Tonight was no different; after I did the screen cap (beyond the cut, not for sensitive eyes) I played afters from agar, and duck from avid to …

Ganked from Gina Ranalli’s blog:
Your rainbow is shaded brown.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What is says about you: You are a deep thinking person. You appreciate the roughness of nature. You feel closer to people when you understand their imperfections.
Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.
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Okay, then.

I am really a very sad Ebayer. If I get into anything that remotely looks like it might end up in a bidding war, I go… well, I go silly.
Anyway, I’d found this lot of Care Bears, and I’ve won. From the looks of the image, they’re in absolutely mint condition, and are going to be a spectacular addition to the basket the girls and I are putting together for the local kids that lost their house in a fire earlier in the fall. They’re back at school …

It was nice to wake up to no headache and no residual wonkiness for a change. I’ve managed to dive back into the editing briefly today, with only occasional trips out to the livingroom to scan the scene of the monumental cleaning session this past weekend.
Obviously, my own writing has not gone so well. I can tell; the frequency of the migraines, the nightmares and the acts of random tidying are increasing. I’ve given up on participation in NaNoWriMo this year. After all, there is only six days remaining, and …

In “Days, Hours, Minutes, Seconds” by Jodi Lee the lead tells the reader at the opening that she’s crazy, to put it lightly. In fact she doesn’t know much, other than she’s crazy and she’s hearing voices in a house. She’s not just hearing the voices of the tortured and murdered children that live between the walls, but there’s an impostor named Maya who looks like her doing horrible things. The drama is turned up pretty high on this one, it’s successfully moody and dark, but the concreteness of the …

She was beautiful, loved the attention, was a world record holder. Debby found the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything – so she didn’t need to stay.
The world’s oldest living polar bear, Debby, was euthanized yeseterday, at
42
years of age. She’d been in the Winnipeg Assiniboine Zoo since 1967.
Gods, but we’ll miss her. No other bear could ever fill her habitat like she did.

No, this isn’t a joke response to a recent joke I heard… so pull your brains from the muck now please.
A couple of folks have asked me what I meant by small, when I said I live in a small, rural town. Actually, I had someone ask what I meant by rural…but I’m pretty sure he was being a brat. He’s been here, so he knows what I mean.
Thanks to Rusty, who made me curious to begin with, I went and Googled the town. Yup, for whatever reason …