2006-08-11 - 15:04 EST
I don't like Eilis Ni Dhuibhne's early stuff nearly as much as her more recent stories. But there are glimmers of her future genius, which I found to be more than enough while reading her. It's rare that a writer's debut is spectacular - although I'm still fond of Joyce Hackett's debut.
Last night I dreamt of poetry, song, and sex.
Written a lot of letters this week. I don't say much in any of them - I wish I could write more of what I felt. It's not fair, to be screaming inside and too much of a coward to put pen to paper. Read between the lines, I beg of you!
I have been going to a lot of crappy minor league baseball games lately. What can I say? It's cheap and a good way to waste a number of hours. It's a pity we never seem to win, but there'll be fireworks after the game tonight! And the stadium always has good fireworks. I think they waste their training budget on it every year.
On a completely unrelated but probably more relevant note: lemon lime Tootsie Pops are delicious. Tasty!
c.i.,p.i.q.e.
