Cleaning out my purse, I found this:
A wadded up bar napkin with this story scratched in black ink:
Once upon a time in a bar far,
Linda’s Blog
I was THINKING about blogging.
As I was drinking water and flushing my system of appendicitis-symptom inducing beef.
As I was getting wrapped in ACE bandages soaked in an herbal remedy for all that ails you- still thinking and wishing I had a camera as I was stuffed in a rubber suit and told to sit in a sauna for half an hour.
Merry Christmas from Britney Spears.
If you’re reading this. That was a lie. Just a way to test the hit counter.
The best non-required reading.
TIN HOUSE.
I am a whore for this literary magazine. Every time a new one arrives I DEVOUR it.
So much to blog about
I was going to tell you about PORNAMENTS but that will have to wait until tomorrow..
The road leads itself to somewhere.
Scarecrow with Hackman and Pacino.
The best movie I have seen in a very long time,
Mr. Shields hoped historians would find his minutia meaningful.
Thanks to this great teacher, I am reading obituaries today.
The title above is a direct quote,