i'm working on a cure for cancer

I finally started writing this week, after doing some research for The Other Thing. Unlike research for The Thing (which typically involved watching Miami Vice reruns, reading recaps of 1980s Guiding Light episodes, and downloading Joan Jett songs), research for The Other Thing was actually work, nowhere near as fun as drooling over Sonny Crockett in his pastel teeshirts and blazers or dancing in my office to "I Love Rock 'n' Roll." But I persevered.

What I may not recover from is breaking one of my beautiful little cups, which I brought with me across the country only to drop on the floor of the convent. Now I'm drinking my shake weed tea from this silly teacup, probably confirming to the British residents that I am indeed a spastic Anglophile.

shoo

I'm currently sharing my studio with this massive wasp, which means that every few minutes I run from the room, arms flailing about my head. This move and the fact that I frequently catch myself speaking with an English accent (three of the seven residents here are British, a condition that is apparently contagious) make me pretty much the coolest person here, if you're into spastic Anglophiles who dress like bag ladies. Which apparently you are.