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August 9, 2018:


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Well, dear readers, is truth stranger than fiction or is fiction stranger than truth? I think in these troubled times it is getting to be a toss-up is what I think.  I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about, and yet that is what has just crossed my mind like the chicken crossing the road.  I don’t really care what side of the fence anyone is on, but when the world truly becomes a reflection of Mr. Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four I think something is terribly wrong.  And I’ll just leave it at that because I have other fish to fry, like some scrod.  I could use some fried fish right about now.  Why not – I’ve eaten every other kind of damn food yesterday, why not just go all the way?  But when I’m irritated eating soothes my ragged edges.  My Ragged Edges – that’s the title of my next novel.  And speaking of my next novel, I’m not sure if I will make a novel in January or if I’ll do a work on non-fiction, since truth is clearly stranger than fiction these days.  I have a little idea floating around in my head and we’ll see if I still like it in a month or two or if I’ll come up with a novel idea for a novel. Have I mentioned that I’m currently irritated?  I don’t even know why anymore, but everything is bugging me right now.

Yesterday, for example, bugged me, which resulted in my ragged edges.  I did get eight and a half hours of sleep and slept right past the entire morning, but I didn’t fall asleep until four.  Once up, it was already after noon o’clock.  I answered some irritating e-mails, and while I don’t need a MAJOR miracle, I could sure use some smaller ones pronto. I’m trying to get at least two releases ready, which is proving nigh unto impossible, I’m trying to cast the final two women in the September Kritzerland so we can do the Facebook event page, and sometimes things just seem not merely whelming but overwhelming. 

I went and picked up one package and Advise and Consent had arrived, annoyingly packaged in little packages of thirty.  I’d asked them never to do that, to put them in bigger boxes, but dealing with big companies is never easy.  But it’s here and we’ll get it shipped out today.  After that, I came right home and made a couple of tuna sandwiches – they were pretty good and hit the spot and the spot hit them right back because the spot will not be fooled with.

Then I listened to music whilst doing work on the computer, I did get good news that I got the costume designer of Levi to do A Carol Christmas – she’s just great.  By that time, the day was pretty much done, which is what happens when you don’t get up until twelve-thirty.  Then at around seven Grant and I went to El Torito. I had a taco salad – it was pretty good and I don’t think it was too too caloric since I had it with chicken and not much chicken at that.  But I was very full after and am still very full.  Then I did some work at the piano, listened to more music and kept having to turn the air on, which I hate, but I can’t have the house at eighty-two degrees. And that was pretty much it.

Today, I hope I will not be irritated.  That is my hope.  That is my wish.  That is what I want.  And let me tell you if I don’t get it I will be IRRITATED.  We’ll hopefully get all the Advise and Consent CDs on their merry and late way, and then I may have to pay a little visit to someone, after which I’ll hopefully pick up packages, eat, and then relax.

Tomorrow is more of the same, I’m not at all sure of what the weekend holds other than the dinner on Sunday has been pushed to the end of the month, which is fine by me. I do have to finish casting and then choose everyone’s songs – I hate being behind like this, it’s infuriating. But I can’t choose correctly without knowing the cast, it’s that simple. 

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, not be irritated, we must ship CDs, I may or may not pay a visit to someone, I will hopefully pick up packages, eat, and then relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite obscure theatre songs?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping for a day of no irritation and no ragged edges.  And tomorrow I’m thinking I may do a trivia question – we haven’t done that in over a decade, I think.

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