Who is she.....

Good heavens, does anyone know who, why and what Twitter is? I seem to have acquired a lot of very strange people "following" me. Most of them only because they want to sell me something. It seems that every day or two, if I happen to go to one mailbox that I used to use only to write to Kirk, but somehow got Twitter on that one, I have one or two weirdos telling me that they are 'following' me... or wish to follow me, or whatever it is. I still haven't figured out why they want to follow me, or have me follow them (following seems so strange in this quite strange thing). So, once in awhile, I say they can follow me, but I have no idea what it is for, as I never hear from them again. Well no... they do appear every now and then to sell something new. Like I care. I don't think I have ever even looked at what they are selling, let alone bought anything from a Twitter Type. The latest woman seems to simply hand out entertainment gossip... yeah, lady, I am just dying to hear from Michael Jackson from the grave, or see the latest little screaming kid dancing in her underwear (or less). Oh well, back to the 50,000 word NaNoWriMo novel...I'm getting very close to the number, but not the end... I'm afraid I'm going well over that number! My heroine is still on husband number 1 and she has three more to go to get her diamond ring.

NO MORE Oxycodone or Perco anything for me!!!

Jeeze....will I ever WAKE UP! Being a good little patient, I took the pills I was sent home with and slept like a log last night. Elvira came at 1:00 pm and I was still sleeping. Got up, limped and hopped in here, had coffee, strawberries and cottage cheese and pill, tried to think enough to write a bit and finally limped/hopped back to bed, falling asleep to the sound of E.vacuuming. Woke up around 6:00, managed to cook potatoes and carrots E had cut up for me, ate them with a bit of chicken, and again almost fell on the keyboard fast asleep. I think I did nod off a couple of times (well, I was listening to first BBC, then Fox online), and I haven't taken anymore pain pills, nor will I until I find out what the hell is wrong with me.

I need to wake up at least the brain, so that I can get started with an outline for my fourth try at the 3-Day Novel Writing Contest, which is coming soon, and I'd like to stay awake for that at least. Also have to write some new stuff for our poetry reading in Yerba Buena Gardens on August 15 at noon. Nancy likes to repeat stuff, I don't. I want ALL new. I'm also planning on writing a play for next year's Fringe Festival, if not before. Where is Joe Bullock when I need him? Have my cast (not one for my foot) lined up... friend Pat, little El-veer-a (unless she panics and runs) and Collie, if he will do it... if his poor foot recovers. He's limping worse than I am. Well, we'll get him a cast!

Ah, yes, I KNOW... I shall just get off here and go to bed and dream a 3-Day, as I have done in the past. Have to remember to throw in a few 'dirty' words. The ones that win are very earthy, so I have to 'clean down' my style I guess. Now, before I manage to fall on my face on the way to bed, I shall bid you goodnight -- is anyone really there? Goodnight air......ah, well.......