I have cut off the majority of my hairs. I now use product. The world is ending.

I am craving my journals. I must unpack my books. I must find my journals. My precioussss….

I don’t mind getting up at o’dark’thirty to take Hunter to school in the morning. Now if I could just remember everything he needed (clothes defendant upon predicted temp, does he want his hair spiked with gel or not, backpack with homework folder, must have socks with shoes, healthy snack for midday, lights and TV off upstairs, toilet flushed, teeth brushed, clothes not on the floor of the bathroom, I think that’s everything) every morning, I’ll be good.

He waves at me, until he’s in the doors. He hugs me when he leaves the car. It makes me feel like the most important person in the world.

has challenged me. It’s a writing challenge, and one I would have never picked up otherwise. The possibilities and implications are amazing and legion.

Did I mention that I need to find my journals? :) I need inspiration, and there’s some phrases that I’ve written that are going to help me take that first step in a completely new direction with a fresh story.

Does your writing ever get that not-so-fresh feeling?

Yeah, not so much with the sleep. More with the crazy. Also, I like wearing a tie.

I’m closer than I’ve ever been to . It feels really, really good to say that. To be that.

Things I need to write about:

• RenFest
• Xen
• Spirituality

Okay, no more LJ posting for me until I’ve had some sleep.