To: Self From: Self Please stop putting tampons in the same side of purse as cold bottled water.

[While making shrimp fajitas] "Ow.""What's wrong?""I don't know. I stepped on something, but I think it's gone." About five minutes pass. "Jesus, what happened to your foot."[not looking] "I don't know. I told you I stepped on something.""Look at the floor." Blood everywhere. It seems that it was a little piece of glass that I [...]

I have. It's been happening for over ten years. I should be used to it by now, but I'm not. Stop following me, 43. It started in 1994. 43 was my associate identification number at a job. Then it happened at a second job in 1995. Then a third. By that point, it was customary. [...]

Until this point, I have been silent on what is happening in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. I don't know what to say. Most of what I am thinking has already been said in other places. I can't even imagine the horror.  I was reading Blurbomat this morning and one comment was particularly moving. Read it.

You saw the results of my stalking yesterday – free candy. In response to the CandyMan, I made a comment that I appreciated that the flavor of the yellow candy wasn't lemon as I don't usually like lemon candy. (This is odd because I like other stuff in lemon, such as sorbet, ade and water [...]