oh, winter break, you can't come soon enough

I painted my nails today, a dark shade of red. (Camille says it goes well with my future as a burlesque teacher.) They are very...dark. I am so not classy enough to pull this off.

...if you can't tell, I am really ready for Thanksgiving break. Also I very much like taking sets apart with power tools.

where are the words?

I'm writing something again...something real, creative, something that's not a lame journal post and not a harried academic paper.

...this is bizarre. Please don't go away again, Muse. I can't stand not writing for this long.


(It's that story I keep coming back to, so I hope that means I'll finish it soon. I was scribbling during acting today & I think I just found the ending. Esther, that means you might actually have a contribution from me.)

ETA: I'm nearly at the point where I'm going to crave an editor for this. It's been my baby for a while, & I need someone to rip it to pieces. Anyone interested? It's eighteen pages & not finished yet, but it should be done soon...