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Today held a surprise. I was given more responsibility at work. As AS was telling me what they were, I kept thinking, this is either really good or really bad. When I got back to my desk, another thought dawned: I'm not that good a writer. They expect me to edit what amounts to thousands upon thousands of words? Aiya. I'm good, but I don't know if I can do it.

I've been reading/re-reading plenty of books lately: L'Engel's A Wrinkle in Time, Heinlein's Stranger in A Strange Land, Card's Ender's Game, Lipkin's On Fire, Ehrman's Misquoting Jesus, and White & Strunk's Elements of Style. I've come to the obvious realization that they're all much better writers. Every time I put each one of those books down, I think, That's how I want to write.

Why me? I don't even know if I have the time. It's encouraging to know that Prez and AS thinks I can do it. That alone feeds me but I am still unsure of my skills.

In all my apprehension, one thought comforts me: In my life, when I really wanted to do something, it got done.

One of my favourite poems. I'm not 100% sure but I think I've posted this on every blog/web page I have ever created. Hmm. Well, it's just that good, I suppose.

Enjoy!

anyone lived in a pretty how town
by: e.e. cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

The word of the day. I must have used it at least 10 times in the documents I wrote today.

Damn.

It's not like anyone's going to notice. It's not like our company posts these things on the internet. Oh no wait... dammit.

And... damn. I just finished reading another doc whose author was afflicted with the same Ensure Disease. Last count had 11 "ensures." And I thought I needed a dictionary. To be fair the author was writing a job description. I was not; I have no excuse. My only option is to blame my poor writing ability and endeavor to ensure to learn from my mistakes and write much gooder in the future.

So... three times in this one entry. I'm off to a rolling start.

Stephen Colbert has fantastic timing.

He prep'd his show saying he'll be on letterman tonight. He ended the show with "I'll be on letterman... now!" the promptly disappearing.

Curiousity got the better of me and I switched to letterman introducing Stephen and he walks out. Almost perfect timing.

He's flogging his new movie, Strangers With Candy, which is a prequel to the television show of the same name. The complete television series comes out on DVD on June 27 and the movie on June 28.

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Just got back from the Strangers With Candy movie site. Now I understand why Colbert was on Letterman. Worldwide Pants is behind the movie. Sneaky, Dave and Steve. Very sneaky.

Oh goodness it's so hot.

I should be sleeping but I can't. I just finished emptying out my inbox and preparing ideas for my return to metroblogging.com. It's not that hard to write. I just need something to write about. More tomorrow.

Today's siesta was *yawn*.

There it goes.

More tomorrow.

My appointment finished early (though not earlier than I had hoped) so I went to visit Buddy and Baby.

Buddy wasn't there but Gigi was. We talked for a while, mainly small talk. I asked her what the doctors said. She thought about it for a second and explained it quietly to me. She seemed hopeful but sad. She explained how Baby is still weak but moving and very cognizant of people. Gigi looked desolate. I didn't press the question.

The ultrasound technician was nice enough. She sounded European. Maybe Russian. She worried me.

The session took longer than I had thought it would but in retrospect it took about the same time as last time. What worried me most during the scan was her attention to my right side. Granted, that's where the gallbladder is, but it seemed like she was scanning me there forever.

Afterwards, when I asked her how long it would take for my specialist to get the results, she whispered "about a week." Then, to add to my worry she asked, "do you have any more tests today?" Why would she be asking me this? Do I have something to worry about that I have to have more tests?

Then I got a hold of myself and chalked up her question to her trying to be nice. Or curiousity. Or her finding something wrong with my insides.

A healthy imagination is not always a good thing.

Today I met Buddy and Baby.

Baby is bed-stricken and Buddy never leaves her side. She can't communicate and he's always listening. She wakes up at night and he's there to keep her company in the dark. Love is not a strong enough word.

They met my aunt and my uncle's nephew at the hospital. That's how my family came to know theirs.

Tomorrow I'm going to see Buddy again. I promised him a coffee.

I'm writing this here because I don't ever want to forget.

It's past midnight and I just finished some online shopping so my mind is tired and still so very full of numbers. So bear with me.

Lots of things happened today, a few of them worth writing about.

One, I decided to try my hand at selling goods and services online @ Second Life. I've got a great product idea for fans of Snowcrash. Right now my only concern is finding time to write the code for it. Though, I think I can ask AK to help design the look, which should cut down the design time. What's my idea, you ask? Well, I don't want to reveal too much right now, but it involves monkeys. I've said too much

Moving on. What else happened today? I borrowed A Wrinkle in Time from Shoops and after I'm done with it she'll be releasing it in the wild.

Three, it was a long day. I felt overwhelmed today, which doesn't happen too often. I'm pretty laid back at work, but today after lunch, things just... piled up. KB's candidate, a rush courier, BG's extension, DS' reports and data stuff, the newsletter that just won't get finished (sidenote: I finished it about an hour ago. "Finished" meaning I still have to work out a few formatting things with AK tomorrow... which means I've been working on the thing for 4 days now). I'm also getting frustrated with editing our online tips. AS and I have been meeting every other day and we've barely scratched the surface. At last estimate there are about 500-600 tips. We've got a lot of work ahead of us. And with three newsletters, polls, interviews, and all the other stuff I can't remember, it's all starting to look like a big Goliath that just won't go down.

On top of all that I have an appointment on Monday that has me worried.

Sigh.

I know, conciously, that I shouldn't think about it because it's totally counter-productive to do so. It's just hard not to. It's not like I can do anything about it anyway. So forward on!

I can't wait till the weekend but I don't feel like going to the party.

Hmm. How am I going to break it to Anni? Hmm.