09.19.04

Thank goodness it's Sunday. The only plan afoot is to knit. Gotta get that purse commission done.

I'm still working on setting up the on-line medical transcription. I hope that my typing skills rapidly come up to speed. I ain't bad, but a bazillion wpm is a pipedream. It's one thing to write straight out of your head, and another to transcribe. Oh well, never know unless you try.

I'm getting my eternal, Pacific Northwest, winter headache. From September/October until May/June I get a low-grade sinus headache. It feels as if I'm on the verge of a cold the entire time. So much so that when I do finally get sick, it's a relief.

How do I attract the S/M and B/D afficianados? What is this power?

Last night, I was talking with one of the disreputable poets at the Hole. (If you keep track at all--and I'd be surprised if you did--yes, Saturday night. It was for a fundraiser for art supplies for homeless youth. Probably won't go tonight. Poor Xat's been over-stimulated this week.) I told him about my MC thingy, and he launched into how difficult it was to find people to model for fetish photography. Specifically, piercing and bondage.

*sigh*

I don't find adventure, adventure finds me.

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