Haiku to Yetzirah

I have just discovered that the spica will not permit me to play Mahjongg Dimensions.

Imported from another MoonriddenGirl’s diary entry dated 4 February 2004: RULES 1 – Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed. 2 – I will respond; I’ll ask you five questions. 3 – You’ll update your journal with my five questions and your five answers. 4 – You’ll include this explanation. 5 – You’ll…

Actually, on the evils of corticosteroids. My first encounter with steroids was post surgical, last summer. The second was just these past four weeks or so. They have a deserved reputation for affecting mood, and for appetite enhancement. The mood swings for me are the worst. I have been nearly suicidal, I’ve been manic, I’ve…

as a cat with expectations of being fed. The Professor’s cat and I have come to an understanding – I allow him to feed, groom, and worship her and she’ll tolerate my presence at those times when the above three services are not required. The Professor is abed at the moment, and the Warrior Princess…

Two years ago The Professor and I met face to face for the first time. He drove cross country to see me. We arranged to meet in Baltimore, outside the National Aquarium at the seal pool. I still remember my first glimpse of him, walking up to the seal pool, looking for me in the…

Yesterday was uneventful. For a Monday, that is always good news. I began to make arrangements to get an appraisal on my car – I should know by tomorrow how much it’ll cost my company to fix it. Went in late because of this virus thing I caught. Went home early ’cause it was just…