Random, Unconnected Thoughts

Dear Amanda,

Okay...

A) You lost the chance to be [his] mother? As if it's a f*cking privilege?!?! Um, dude, not a privilege, but a biological fact. You should be so lucky to be born of your mother and not of that white trash b*tch, who clearly gets you only because she too is arrested (no offense) in adolescence. Come 'ere for your reality slap!

2) I'd be happy to do all the cooking while I'm out in August. That will make it vacation for both of us...because, really, what kind of vacation would it be for you if you had to do all the cooking for me? Just take me to the grocery store...
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Glad to hear you're okay despite TIM. (Great acronym choice, by the way. Insanity today, incarceration tomorrow...)(Ooh. I hope I didn't cross a line.) You and J and JJ seem to be holding each other up (and JJ doesn't even know it!). I love that you played hooky with JJ, and that you watched a movie with him and J at night. That's what I mean about putting your energy where it can actually make a difference.

I'm okay too. Today I feel like I got into that creative place, the writer's zone. I wrote last night, and during school today took out my little green notebook and took notes on 3 new topics about which to write. While I was on my way home I started writing an entirely different topic in my head. I almost pulled over so I could write notes, but my brain just kept firing, and I trusted myself to remember the thoughts for 15 minutes. I hadn't had a cocktail, of course; I was only on my way home. lol (Did I tell you I started a new novel/new premise to my old novel last week?)

That was six hours ago, though, so the white wine I had with my sesame noodles (that I made last night with the pasta I didn't put in my arugula and fish dish) and the two glasses I have had since are making me sleepy, calling me away from the page and toward my comfy bed.

Love you, too!-B