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
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.