Three glorious hours of sleep--THREE. My knees feel large and watery so I am not cooking today, not even from my little seated kitchen work station and the sink is full of dishes and might stay that way all day. I woke up and listened to the garbage truck and ate two badly made pancake mix pancakes because I can fit them in my partially frozen jaw. I figure I could pretty much live on soup and pancakes. Lemon Poppyseed Pancakes-Chocolate Chocolate Chip Pancakes with Sour Cream-Cornmeal Pancakes-Gingerbread Pancakes. Everything is going to be fine. I am going to finish the chapbook today and maybe try to finish The Doomsday Book and then maybe I will wrap myself in my ugliest house sweater and watch Coraline.
Susan Slaviero lives on the cusp of a hellmouth, where she vanquishes evil with poetry and cupcakes. She hopes to someday land a job as either a dog whisperer or a telephone psychic. In the meantime, she writes. She has a fondness for esoterica.