Zany moment...
I have committed a MySpace page. If you're interested in such things, take a look and tell me what's wrong with it and what I need to add: http://www.myspace.com/marlyyoumans. Since I don't have a lot of time, I'm just going to do a few minutes on it every day. I'm thinking of it more as a "pointer" to other sites and to what I do with my writing. It's just an experiment.
But I'm afraid that I have a wicked desire to be wholly fictitious. Yesterday when I started the thing, I declared myself to be 99. Today I am 23. That's a rotten age, but so is 99. Tomorrow I might be 33, which is a third of 99 and 10 years happier than 23.
Alas, on MySpace I have no friends. That would be sad, if only I didn't have real life, plus my visible and invisible visitors here. I suppose if I stick to 99, I'll meet codgers and crones. And 23 will gain angsty types...
If you're not interested in such things, just slide down to Slush Pile Baby! C'est moi!
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And now for something that matters...
The real news of the day is that 10 years ago, at about 2:00 a.m. in the morning, I almost kicked the bucket but did not, and neither did my baby--the jolt of gratefulness when the morphine dreams wore off a few days later has stayed with me for a decade.
Today N is in double digits.
Happy birthday, N!
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Credit: The photograph is courtesy of Lithuanian Zilvinas Valeika, a.k.a. Poetas, and www.sxc.hu/.
