Coded green.

Monday 12 February 2001


Pic of the day: That would be me ...

Plushie perv???

It's past bedtime. I stare at the great whiteness where there was an entry. And before that, another. The ashen taste of defeat in my mouth. (OK, a fruit-flavored sugarfree gum took care of that.)

I have a job to do tomorrow. I can't sit up here in the night, listening to my consciousness.

Much less to the little voice in my head saying "plushie perv, plushie perv" over and over again. I don't even know what a plushie perv is. I suspect it's connected to the furry fiction I've been trying to write lately. (Porcupine meets fox.) Sometimes I'm a surprisingly slow learner.

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