i've gotten NO work done this week. i can't concentrate. when i'm done with this entry, i'm going to try again. at least work on my site. i have some link targets to fix. and i think i can concentrate on code better than i can concentrate on the font i'm using for "Daisies". it's a readable enough font, just not when it's been shrunk so that the page fits the screen. and that is how i'm looking at it. frankly i can't figure out yet how to change the display size. i'll work on that later.
i talked to my nana. the first thing she said was, "well, my face is disfigured". i come from a rather shallow gene pool, in so many ways. i could hardly understand what she was saying. at times i couldn't understand. i offered again to go home with her so she didn't have to do it alone, again she declined. she said it was important that i stay here and finish the book, though i told her i could do it as well from San Francisco. i can see my mom talking her out of it with stories of how unstable i am. she's petty like that. she doesn't want me to be a part of this family. i'm not doing this to spite her, though i could. fact is, i miss my nana and they've kept her from me for years. 25 in fact. she is here three times a year to visit. and they never let me know. and if it hadn't been for the stroke, i wouldn't have gotten to see her at all. that is sad. really sad. and my mom should be shamed. publicly.
i noticed yesterday that not only is Major getting transformatively fat, but he has the cutest under bite i never noticed before. the cats have been spending a lot of time climbing and sleeping on me the last few days.
i can't think of anything else to write. oh yeah, i wanted to ask the universe . . .
what is a white, atheist, female punk poet doing with a Middle Eastern/South Asian male based following? and a christian leaning one, at that. i'm getting more people following me from Egypt and Pakistan and Saudi Arabia. i'm so confused. they love me. i don't understand. one of my big referrers to my site is an Arabic Google clone, which of course i can't read. this is all very confusing to me, and strange, the one time i was ever accused of plagiarizing, it was from an Arabic poem. but that was years and years ago when i still had my poetry printed on my site.
okay, to work, before the sudafed wears off.
i am not amused by the viral video of the Demon Baby that pops up out of its carriage and scares people on the street. i much prefer the snowman that scares people. far less screaming.