1 AM

I was so sleepy earlier and went to bed. I'm reading The Tattooed Girl by Joyce Carol Oates who is one of my favorite writers, but this book is disturbing and emotionally violent. And now I'm up again sitting in my office. I came in here for a poetry book, but sat down in front of my computer. My computer is very seductive. I hear some folks fall in love with their Macs -- I fear I may have. Today I started a class which I am excited about -- I mentioned it in my last post. The things is, the class uses PCs which really do feel very different to me and the language is alien -- I thought explorer was just a browser until today -- and with Macs, there is nothing called a directory, well there probably is, but I don't know anything about it. I just know about folders -- thousands and millions of folders! Anyway, it's nice to be back here with the one I love -- even though it is past 1 in the morning now and I've yet to pick out a poetry book.

My friend Dick comes in from New York Saturday -- he will only be here for the day -- tsk tsk. I wish he could stay longer. He's a good friend and fellow Chivas lover from way back.

Okay, off to find something to soothe my soul -- sorry Joyce, you just ain't gonna do for tonight. That tattooed girl is too damn scary.

Nighty night --

Deanna