so call me crazy, hold me down make me cry, get off now baby it won't be long till you'll be lying limp in your own hands. -- "limp," fiona apple

one-line email from teacher in response to my required posts to our class' discussion board: "Try a few capital letters now and then." oops. i can't help it. i mean, i respect capital letters as much as the next guy but they are just not for me. it's not a great artistic move, it's not laziness - i just type in lower case. when i type papers it fills the whole screen with squiggly angry red lines and i have to spend time putting capital letters in there before print but... it's just the way i am. i also require that the toilet paper roll is put in so that the paper rolls upwards, over and out as opposed to coming out from underneath. it's not nit-picky; it's the way it should be! bah. it is also a lot easier to type about lower case and toilet paper than about irrational attacks that have you locking your bedroom door for the first time ever because noises convince you that something hideous is out there and is keeping you awake in your bed breathless until wee hours of the morning. ah well. temporary setback. in fact, i'm getting tired of gloomy gnarly entries. i want fluff. so. that's my aim for next week. i want to write, and i want to grin while i'm doing it. so. expect fluff. so. "don't give up 'cos you have friends don't give up you're not beaten yet don't give up I know you can make it good" -- 'don't give up,' p. gabriel, k. bush