Well, my trusty computer's back-light died and now the only way I can do things on it is by shining a spotlight at the screen. I was going to launch into a whole long story about the situation and all of the spiritual significance I see involved, but I'm too tired and plus I'm at the Berkeley library on a public computer and there seems to be this trend with people who use public computers which is that they typically have some form of cold and smell bad.
I was also going to add excerpts to "Domestic Goddess" and "Overheard in my Head" but those will also have to wait for later when I have my spotlight.
Blech! I'm outta here. It smells like old coffee and body odor and cigarettes.
Love, The Wanderess
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