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Wednesday, October 17, 2001

So hi. I don't feel like blogging, but I am anyway because some long-distance friends are beginning to doubt my existence. "Hey, do you still exist or were you just the result of a bad drug trip?" Not that any of my friends do drugs, of course. Or that I might in any way be compared to a bad drug experience.

Ok, I'm going to stop digging the hole deeper.

Sarah is going away for a month. I'm sure if you read her blog you'll know where. Anyway, guess who gets to take care of the cats. Yeah. She's trying to bribe me to spend time with them (instead of just dropping off food every few days) by pointing out that she has cable, and thinks I should try it out. I think she heard I'd never lived in a home that had MTV. (Why in the world would I want MTV?)

Also, she expects a complete manuscript of my book waiting on her kitchen table when she returns. How am I supposed to do that if I'm petting cats and flipping through 500 channels?

Also, I have now begun the arduous task of rewriting this thing, trying to make it good as opposed to just... well, on paper. It seems after nearly a year I still can't make one particular conversation have the kick it needs and you know what? I'm still missing a title. I'll tell you the working title though, just for kicks. I'm calling it, "The Flight of the Eris Malc -- and what happened after."