For those who wonder what my drafts folder looks like, consider your curiosity slaked. It seems TypePad refuses to save drafts as Drafts tonight ... which makes my little notes (which my RSS feed picked up and published) look like something altogether finished. (They aren't.)
That explains a lot....
By the way, I just did a dramatic reading of "My Morning" for my spouse, preceded by a recounting of the library drama. My spouse agnostic on your truthfulness, but understands my need to keep reading, anyway....
Posted by: Ahistoricality | Thursday, 01 November 2007 at 01:55 AM
I wish the past tense of "to slake" were "slook".
Posted by: Dan Collins | Saturday, 03 November 2007 at 11:47 AM