my tragic right hip

Busting out bad joints all over the place

March 15th, 2008


I have opened the window in my office just as I am about to open up my document. There are sounds of sirens, birds, cars, water dripping, and all kinds of things I can’t hear when the windows are closed and it’s -40 with the wind chill. I know it’s not spring just yet but the sun is warm and the air is cool and fresh, and I just wanted to feel something other than winter before I pull myself back into my own writing and spend the day staring at the screen watching as the words pile on to one an other in ways I’ll surely change before ever actually being finished.

Perhaps I’ll start by editing the above run on sentence.

Or perhaps not.

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Girl with titanium hip will rock. Girl with titanium hip will write. Girl with titanium hip will read. Girl with titanium hip will battle crazy-ass disease called Wegener's Granulomatosis. Now stuff that in your spelling bee!

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