Okay, I'll tell ya what I'm a'gonna do...

Starting tonight, there will be two updates to the Diary per evening -- but only until we mesh the day of the week. So Wednesday night we'll fall back to only one entry per night. The date and such will still be shifted a bit over 8 months, but it will then be synced up with the day of the week it's written on.

Okay. The recent limerick thread caused me to respond in kind. But it gave me 2 ideas for twisted Arthurian tales... one set in modern times in the US... and the other set in the standard Arthur setting of Camelot, of course with all the twists and turns I can manage.

I'm stuck at home this week recovering from my accident. I'm doing a lot better and I'm off the pain pills for the most part. I only need 1 a day now generally. I enjoy the time off from work but I'm so bored. I can't go anywhere because I have no car now. I have gone for walks but I still get tired fast. I tryed taking my dog for a walk but her pulling me around aggravated my neck.

There once was a fellow named Lance,
Who could not find a date to a dance,
So he put on a dress,
Strapped some boobs to his chest,
And went with a buddy named Chance.

Melanie E.

Yeah its lame, but I was bored. Got a better one?

Peking, June 6, 1989:

As many of you know Tieneman Square was crowded with people early in the day. They were peacefully demonstrating and demanding liberty for their country. Suddenly tanks rolled in to break up the demonstration.

Currently, I have two fan-fics that I am posting here at Big Closet. M.I.B.D. Artemis the hunter will be completely posted, then Doctor Who Meets Gaby up to where it is upon Maddy Bell's site. My Sci fi story will be completed too as well as further chapters of POV and TransBike.

I'm working on an installment of a "certain" story and I am just trying to work somthing out. So, here is the scenario:

Over the past 9 days, I've done things I never even dreamed I would. I've been in countless situations where something could have gone wrong, or someone could have made a comment that could have caused trouble, but none of those situations have come to anything bad, thank goodness! In fact, no one has said ANYTHING out of line or wrong, within my hearing range, at all.

No, I'm not going into labor. One of the great things about a site like this is the opportunity for writers to share knowledge and help each other improve. That's my intention with this blog about contractions.

"Nearly 60 years ago, the writer James Morris married Elizabeth Tuckniss. Their relationship endured divorce, the death of a child — and his sex change. Now they have cemented their partnership with a civil union."

I will bet that my stories leave some of you chilled and for many years I have felt ashamed of my "perverted" desires. Some perhaps fear that I could be a danger to children and small animals but let me assure you that aggression against others has never been even considered.

..... by any other name would smell as sweet."

But would it? Did The Bard get it wrong? Or did Juliet rather, for it would be a cardinal sin to ascribe to a writer the sentiments uttered by a character.

According to my sister, who called me at 11:55PM. She assured me that Mom was at peace and in no pain, with her family around her. While I feel very sad right now, I also feel relieved that I didn't try to force my 'new self' on my family members while a tragic event was unfolding.