Dear Diary . . . day by day

Sunday, June 3rd, 2001 -

Sitting in Holly's sarong at Tim's computer, writing to all of you on a Sunday afternoon. I woke from dreams where yeast infection medication was actually a magical elixir that turns stuffed dragons into real ones and will hatch into helpful Phoenixes if not applied to stuffed animals.
I intend to update more fully in a bit, tell you stories of looking good, going to concerts with a boyfriend and such, but my poor boy is about to waste away to nothing and hunger is slowly asserting itself in my waking body as well. Besides, I'll make more sense once I've eaten, I'm sure. Truly.

Exercise log:
Tim would like me to mention all the great sex we've been having. Yes, indeedy, I am a happy, happy girl.
Writing log:
1500 words of Goat Girl which was going to be submitted to MA's anthology but now is free of mainstream erotic constraints and contains underage characters which means I'll never publish it anywhere but oh, well. At least I'm writing.
I'm currently reading:
by James Tiptree Jr.
On hold for now:
Henry and June by Anais Nin

My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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