the Dalaverse

Whileg telling me the story of my life (and then Meg's and her own), Tina informed me that I was going to die from a severe case of writer's block. Also that I was going to name one of my children Jebediah and, if I did not so oblige, she and Meg would select one on their own and cruelly nickname it.

But that's not the point. I return to my initial statement: death by writer's block.

::stares at seven one-to-two paragraph open files:: Sometimes that doesn't seem so far-fetched, y'know?

In other news, camping in Meg's backyard and MMMM S'MORES. Also the attempt to sneak up on Jessie and Sarah was successful, so no more secret romances.Tina and I managed to set up the ginormous tent all by ourselves (I helped. I DID. I just never would've figured out the stupid directions). My left leg is covered in bug bites. My mother thinks there are baby mosquitoes nesting somewhere in the house. I watched "Citizen Kane" tonight, so that's one of the movies I can cross off my list. And whooo, "The Talented Mr. Ripley" is on network TV this Saturday. They'll probably cut out the shots of naked boy ass, but still, teh Davenport cuteness.

Thus endeth the completely random post of randomness.