Pulse

  • Book 1 has been sent to the editor... the post man says I'm going to be famous. Dad is my senior partner. Last Money In,  1st Out.
  • OH GOD...It's going to be one of those days.../sigh
  • little voices in my head telling me "We want you dead" little smile in my eye telling them "lets see you try"
  • I am to Dance tomorrow in a performance which I'm not truly prepared for, terror strikes me now in my feet first...
  • I'm in this neutral zone, the gray space between complete transcendent bliss and the gentle monday mundaneity.
  • They tell me to write less. I tell them to go to hell. I am verbose, by the time I'm done, I've skinned them alive with words.
  • What exaustion does to the mind we may only feel, which is ironic considering the mind is defined by logic.
  • Working my ass off whilst going blind is getting to be a trial of monstrous proportions...I LOVE IT! WOOT!
  • Had another episode last night, first one in 6 mos. Starting to crack up I'm afraid. Thanks be that no one can tell.

About Pulse

  • Pulse is a carefree mini-blog where you can quickly say what you're doing, how you're feeling or whatever's on your mind.

    And because each entry is so short, you and your friends can send and receive pulses from a mobile phone!