Blogathon 2006

Rathlin Island viewed from the beach at Ballycastle, County Antrim You told me ... didn't you, and often ... each day is a gift, let's make it that. And we did. There in the distance is Rathlin Island, and I got to walk there. After those impatient island girls served us our food. I asked…

That is me. Often. Especially at nearly 3 a.m. as I begin typing in the write box again. Moral support from N (mine, a young night owl) and K and lovely people leaving notes. I've never felt quite so much a note whore as I do in these wee hours of the morning. I am…

Reaching out in a place where someone never comes while someone who is here sees words about some other situation Mind going senseless so pride and march must wait until after cold shower on my addled head kid makes me laugh even against my own agony of exhaustion unrest of spirit Galloping throu...

My field of vision. I am already sipping on the Red Bull. Eww. I hope it works. It will make it almost worth the torture of drinking the stuff. The Dyke March was on the Saturday before the bit Pride Parade, here in Manhattan. We convened in Bryant Park and then made our way to…

"Dyke" has sort of been embraced by lesbian culture. Some people still use it in a derogatory way; but naming the march the Dyke March is a way to say "Yes we are, and we're proud." At least that's how I take it. Of course, it can also mean a protective wall against flooding; remember…

As cruelly late as it is, as bitingly tired as I am, well ... I mean, come on ... four more hours? After I have already managed 20? A person has got to do what a person has got to do! Some weird glitchy thing has occurred somewhere around this computer; every time I try…

Wouldn't that be neat? Set them up to go off every half hour until 9 a.m. and go to bed. Alas, to the best of my knowledge that just won't cut it. Oh ... look! My apostrophe is working again. That's nice, isn't it? My body gets weaker; my eyes get heavier. Will I make…

I know that a few hours ago I was instructed by a nursing professional to drink water as the coffee I drank all morning and then in the evening was dehydrating me. But at this point it's the only hope I have of making it through these next three hours or so. I'll rehydrate when…

Do I care to what depths I sink? Not at this time. I am now leaving the desk to walk around. Just to sort of see if I can't keep my circulation going. Four more entries till freedom. My head is swimming independent of the rest of me. I fear I am getting too old…

Or: Three. I can't even seem to Stumble Upon anything all that interesting. Well, not interesting enough for the whole linkydink thing. Almost there! Almost there!!!!! (That's a sort of rallying call, doncha know.) Sponsor Me!