I'll be writing more in a week or two

The problem, he said, in a thoughtful manner, is that there are things one doesn't need to bother one's self with when a short story is just a short story. But when a short story wants to become... a somewhat longer story, then suddenly you have to concern yourself with all sorts of fiddly bits and details. Like, what is the relationship between the magical world and the mundane world. And I don't so much *care* about that relationship, because there's this *story* that wants telling, and it does keep nagging me. And so I think to myself, self, if I can tell this story then maybe it will go away and I can do something else. Like playing a few more games of Arcanom before bedtime. But things like that relationship have suddenly become *important* in the telling of the story and they're all underfoot and inconvenient.

I wasn't going to say anything, but there it is.

I can make it longer if you like the style

I'm stuck at work. I just want to go home and write. By the time I get done with work, I'm just going to want to go to bed.
The sad part is, if I went home now I probably wouldn't write.

No sugar tonight for my coffee/Goodbye Blue Monday

So I bought *another* jar of the mandarin orange sauce. Like the one that shattered on the way to lunch. And I tucked it into the bottom of my bag this time for safety's sake. And when I went to eat lunch just now, it had *vanished* from my lunch bag.
I am cursed.

Also, Thank you, Kurt Vonnegut, for a wonderful life.