Dan Goodman's prediction and politics journal.

Saturday, July 03, 2004

Friday July 2, 2004. I couldn't remember if I'd called in a prescription yesterday. Solution: use the automated phone system, check to see if it's ready. If I haven't called it in, the system will express bewilderment.

It was ready. I went to the HealthPartners Uptown pharmacy and picked it up.

To Steeple People thrift store, where I again found a pair of sandals which fit me. Doc Martens; my footwear is going upscale.

Across the street to the Wedge Co-op. Samples being given out -- a salad based on sugar peas, with either shrimp or tofu. Since I don't like shrimp, I opted for tofu.

Samples of designer tea.

I bought a few things to eat, returned home.

***Email: My first "Nigerian Letter" in French: Je suis la seule fille de mon Père Honorable FRANCOIS ANTOINE MOUSSA qui étais un homme très riche, un entrepreneur du Gouvernement pendant le régime du Feu Président Samuel Doe qui a été assassiné par le mauvais chef des guerriers appelé Charles Taylor qui est récemment en exil au Nigéria.
In other news, Robert Gottlieb, fresh from wrestling with Bill Clinton's MY LIFE, has taken over as Rowling's new editor for Book Six.

Crossover fanfiction, anyone?
Writing: Daily Exercise -- Done.

"Well Met, Well Met, My Own True Love" -- The voices in my head said to change point of view -- from tight third person to first person. Crap!

I made the changes. Then I checked the wordcount. About 5,000 words, for a story intended to end up about 6,000 words. This is not as good as it sounds, because there's a fair amount of description which needs to be added.

"They Might Be Windmills" --

"History Line" --
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