Thursday, August 12, 2004

Vacation Brain

I've been so busy getting ready for my vacation that I've almost forgotten that it's supposed to be fun. It's so much work to get ready for, and I act so serious; it's just striking me as odd.

And yet, I can NOT wait to get there. Pennsic is special.


Tuesday, August 3, 2004

Para bailar la bamba

I am a grown up. I don't know quite how that happened, but I no longer wait for something that will never come. I do not lie alone longing for meaning. And I don't write soul-searching journal entries the way I used to, with true angst. It takes a lot more these days to cause me true pain. I must have finally gotten calluses.

This is a good thing.