People seemed to like my short story in today’s class, so that was fun. I like it myself. I might post it sometime, but I’m not sure whether I can because it’s heavily autobiographical and I used a lot of people’s real names, which could get me into trouble. Let me know if you want to read it and I’ll probably be fine with emailing it to you.
I’ve gotten a lot of advice-seeking emails lately, which always makes me feel productive and useful. It’s a nice feeling.
I’m feeling pretty good lately, just tired. I haven’t gotten enough sleep this week and I’ve really been feeling it.
I hope everyone has a good weekend. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to post my DDPs while I’m in San Jose, but I’ll draw them nevertheless, and if I can’t post there I will post a batch of them when I get back!
1:16 AM. I am exhausted and falling over and LOSING MY MIND (evidence: I first typed “losing my mead” and then I had to stare at that for a moment before I figured out what was wrong). I have just spent what felt like hours turning the apartment upside-down in search of a black vintage handbag to bring to Cindy’s wedding in San Jose. I’ve looked in every reasonable place (and quite a few unreasonable ones), and it hasn’t turned up anywhere. For quite a while I thought I’d find it when I found my green vintage handbag, but then I found the green one and the black one wasn’t there. The last time I can remember using the black bag was back in October, when I brought it to the Historic Dance Ball at Powell Library (you can just barely see the handle in my hand here). October?!?! That doesn’t give me much to work with. I’m sure I couldn’t have lost the bag while I brought it out, because I’m always very careful with my purses and keep track of them at all times. I’d definitely have my alarm whiskers out if I came home without my purse. So… WHERE IS THIS BAG?! The only thing I can think of is: (a) it somehow got mixed up with other items and got thrown out or otherwise left the apartment without my noticing, (b) it’s in the car (and if I lost it in October this has to be the van, but I can’t believe this because I cleaned out the van carefully when I brought it back home), or (c) it is still in the apartment, in someplace I haven’t thought of looking. None of these seems likely, (c) least of all. I’ve looked in cabinets, in coat pockets the bag doesn’t even fit in, inside other bags… nothing. I am so tired and I haven’t finished packing because of this bag, but now it’s just driving me crazy that I can’t find it. And then what bag will I use? ARGH!!!!!!! I hate to admit defeat and leave without it, but I just really don’t even think I can stay up another hour right now. I need to finish packing and get to bed. Oh I am SO frustrated!!!
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com. Wackiest thing? I finally found that handbag in my parents’ hall closet this year, yes, in 2014, 7 years after this incident. I had given it up for lost.]