where the party at

Ew, it's not yet 4 am and no one is online! LOSERS, ALL OF YOU.
(Let's not acknowledge the fact that in reality, I am the uber-geek for being online at such a time.)


Whatever. I'm sitting in bed and my wireless is going haywire, so I'm going to go and work on my 'burnt orange' manuscript.



...although really, it's not fair to call it a manuscript. It's more of a follow-up to each of my pieces; an in-depth journey of 'what the hell was she thinking/on when she wrote this.' I know you're all probably dying to read it (haaah) but I don't like to share. (Never shared my toys when I was a kid.) Only Naima has seen bits and pieces of it and that's because she's my manager (hoooorah! by the way, tomorrow is judgment day concerning the secret submission).

I jest, by the way. If you're interested in reading them, go right ahead and ask me. I played nicely when I was a child, trust me. I was actually more of a pushover anyway. Literally. There was one time when I was about 3 years old and pushed into one of those ball pens.
But I digress.



I probably shouldn't be playing Phoenix if I plan on sleeping anytime soon....OH WELL! (insert innocent shrug)










Okay and here's what you're missing out on if you don't come to AK this august (hop on the bandwagon, folks):
(these are all pictures taken from down by the lake behind the house)



there's plenty of room in the tent that Teri and I are going to pitch on the balcony....woot!