Grammer. I hate to admit it, I'd like to continue the pity party; but between the uplifting classical music and the thrill of seeing my words printed neatly on paper, in addition to the fact that someone who gives a damn about how I am doing will be reading this, well life is looking up a bit.

This upswing is subject to change at any moment. Mail call is only forty-five minutes away and I can still have my work dumped into the celestial bit bucket.

I notice that Rosie now has a blog and she seems to feel that she is far too famous to use any grammer (grammer not in the spell checker?) conventions.

I always feel a little bit of flutter whenever I read a story about blogs. I am hoping that maybe someone will mention Prison Pete. The downside to that would be the increase in traffic that would probably blow your mind.

I continue to toil in obscurity with the grateful knowledge that too much attention could blow a good thing. I am on a roll now, no problems so far.

From the "No wonder I am an idiot sometimes" department, of course grammer is not in the spellchecker; the word is "grammar."

Another case of thinking I am smarter than the machine.  ¶ 7:34 AM