i am bitching about a lot of silly stuff: late papers, landlord threats, flakey nudists, not enough heat, not enough hay, not enough time, writing 'auditions' with eds and agents who must stop using the word 'mainstream' (they must!). i am going to try to wake up and be a less petty person. i just keep focusing on one thing:

tampa forecast, saturday: 83 degrees, sunny.
sunny.
warm.
please.