Dear Dear Diary
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
 
I can always tell when it is that time of the month, because I dream about toilets.

I wander the halls of a large house, looking for the bathroom. I find spas, hot tubs, whirlpools, jacuzzis, showers with deformed and exaotic nozzels and plain showers. I find turkish toilets that expect you to squat, rows of public toilets like the movies, Japanese exotic squirting toilets, those weird French things, toilets so large you could fall in and drown, port-a-johns, privies, stalls with the pluming ripped out and just an empty hole in the floor, tiny cubicles no one can fold into, vacuum toilets for sucking out your soul... but I never find one in perfect working condition that I can use.

It's probably just as well, because if I did, I would use it, and end up wetting the bed.

I dream about Tony more now. I do not know why. The couch doctor said dreams were important and that I should write them down. But Frank reads my dream diary, like he tries to read everything. Angie found a filter on my computer that tracks my emails. So he could read anything he wished. So I don't email anyone any more.

It's just as well. Some of those email groups are scary. They know too much about Tony. They know how he goes grocery shopping and when. They know the color of his bedroom walls as well as they know the color of his eyes. Someone ought to warn him to be more careful. They are watching. Just like Frank is watching me.
 
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This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares. I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.


Other places I go:
Georg's Research
Help local kitties
I have relatives. Be afraid
Blessed is the One True Tami
Tata the Bodacious
Obligatory Yarn Harlot
It is impossible not to love Sandi Wiseheart once you've met her
The Tsarina
Holiday Yarns
Habetrot
I like the name Twiggi
Who to blame for my sock addiction
Maybe the cleverest blog title
Romancing the Yarn
Why I read Romancing the Yarn
Get an ab work out with laughter
My Kitty Obsession
Kittehs
You meet the nicest people playing video games
I'm such a fanboi
Rabbitch
One of my stalker targets
The other stalkee
I just love Josh (the cat)
Josh the Cat and friends
Pet politics
Pet Care
If I were a sheep, I'd be Delores
I live here now
Not Your Mama's Crafters
Make a Lily Pad


Anything not marked might be just me, Georg, posting as myself.

It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before. Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for http://www.nanowrimo.org - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

CAST:
Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.

Story X
Reserving this for one-offs, poems, etc.


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