out of time
october 6th, 2000

i have no time. i have no space. to all of the people i owe endless 
amounts of letters/emails/little-packages/web-designs to, i appologize 
tremendously. i can never understand if it is me who is not managing my 
time correctly, or if it is the rest of the world and time itself that is 
running away with me. but whichever of those, it's what's happening. this 
weekend i'll be immersed in family weekend visits and laurie anderson 
presentations. (laurie anderson who totally rocks. i may even to my 
dissertation on her. you know, whenever i get to the point where i can 
have a dissertation. and especially when i get to the point where i can 
spell it correctly.)

one thing diaryland desperately needs - a spell-checker. for an english 
major, i'm the most horrible speller i know. i don't know if that has 
something to do with my inherent laziness or something to do with the fact 
that i'm a word-processor baby (some of my first stories were written in 
appleworks on my IIc and saved to floppy disk.) technology is destroying 
our ability to think for ourselves. (or something.)

i don't know. i don't really have a whole lot to say today, i just figured 
i owed everyone an apology. i spent last evening discovering the sky in 
reference to the summer triangle. vega, altair, deneb. i'm finally 
learning the names of the stars, something i've always wanted to do. i 
drove into the night that seemed sinister somehow listening to old, old 
goth mix tapes and ran home into the arms of my baby girl that smothered 
me with hug after hug.

but, sometimes you just run out of things to say. or rather, you run out 
of time to say them in.