wildcat

Coming to you (live?) from the brain-hacked basement computer (bright lights! dark room!) at work. This keyboard -- the keys function as expected, no loose wires or improbable spurts of violent orgasmo-vowels as soon as the cursor appears. Instead, precision and control.

My life sounds like a car commercial some days -- "watch those sleek, controlled lines..."

Scribbled out three pages of novel this morning at a coffee shop, after a filling breakfast at Avalon. Makes me feel like I'm on solid ground after last night's mostly useless flail. I'm in the middle of writing a digression, a kind of ghost story that pops up in the middle of the bigger narrative, an aside, but it works well a developer of off-screen characters -- better than that awful flashback about twenty pages back. I'll input them directly into the evil machine once I have a reliable keyboard of my own. Although, I have just discovered the USB port on this basement monster so I could hypothetically bring my memory stick with me to this branch and use it at will...

Dinner tonight was an uninspiring vegetarian calzone, two extremely greasy dolmades, and a couple decent rumballs. The Patisserie seems to be failing more and more when I go there, and I'll have to find some dinner alternatives for when I'm out this artery of the city -- other than their yam & feta salad, which is delicious, the Patisserie isn't offering much in the way of non-baked goods that actually satisfies or is even, ah, tantalizing. They still make wonderful confectionary, though, but their lunch and dinner options are somewhat listless and mind-numbing. Maybe I'm just going in on bad days, though.