Driver, one stop! *

(* Shades of Jamaica, mon! 'Driver, one stop' referring to what one would say while bumping along in one of the scraggly-ass, broken-down jitneys, running the strip of road from Mo-Bay to Falmouth when you want to get off the damn bus, already too crammed with locals, unfamiliar with regular hygiene and/or deodorant...eh, for less than $.35, it's a ride!)

Okay already, so I've been busy...and yes, too damn busy to document all the whacky shit I see everyday (synapses are firing well these days, thank you very much), although I DO think about it all. Sorry for not sharing the collecting fodder. Regardless, like a nervous baker, I have been poking at my WIP book from time to time, attempting to write at least a paragraph a day (ehhh...good luck with that, lady!) 'Course, given that I have way too much on my plate already, it's problematic. K...here's the short-list of excuses:

> School - I REALLY needed to bring up my grades this term. So far, after turning in an A+ paper, I'm maintaining an 'A' average. (Thank the goddess I didn't continue sniffing Oven Cleaner...sheesh!)

> Vacays and other Adventures - James & I are off to Costa Rica for a week, beginning...uh...tomorrow! First time for BOTH of us in CR...'course, first time for him off the North Am rock. (only 'foreign' country he's been to, is Canada...in my book, that doesn't quite count)

> J.O.B. - I've actually been working - a lot! Projects, etc, etc, have been complex and time consuming leaving me little time to consider how cranky I am about the whole sitch and if I want to beotch about it, ad nauseum

> Free time - yeah...I need some...don't get enough...and when I do, I just sit there in a catatonic state. Staring at the wall thinking about 'white' (ie: lack of color) is fast becoming one of my favorite passtimes! Okay...just kidding

> Sex - Not an excuse but, yeah, I've been having lots and it's been fun, energizing and gettin' better. I've found with James in this whole 'gettin' couple-y' thingy, that the mystery and frequency of sexual encounters does wane but, is elevated to something better: mutual satisfaction and (yoinks!) love. So, why write when you can fuck? Okay, kinda lame but, soooo much more enjoyable than picking the remnants of a staple out of the laptop keyboard

So...what's next? Dunno...Life is angular...but, often full of curves. Confused yet? I'm not. More 'bout life in the 'burbs as soon as I get around to it.