via Facebook... Exhausted, but don't want to sleep. Protest in Raleigh, come home to discover #sb353 went back to the rules committee and is delayed, and watched #JurorB37 lose her book deal on Twitter, in real time. Plus I found a mini Snickers bar in my desk. I'm feeling pretty positive!
If you ask me what I came into this world to do, I will tell you; I came to live out loud.
~ Emile Zola
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... Midnight hungries. I really need to plan better.... *tiptoes past sleeping dogs*
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... News on Twitter: juror B37 just had her book deal squashed. Looks like she needs to find another way to exploit her role in this tragedy....
Monday, July 15, 2013
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... So I have a pink umbrella, and I will use it to offer myself shade AND be all protesty! So...what do I write on it? I'd love to draw something but my drawing skills are limited to using a ruler to make a stick figure. And I suppose I could have several messages on it, really. TOO MANY CHOICES! HALP!
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... Midnight munchies. Sadly, no more chocolate bars hiding in the desk :( I could eat chips, but then I'd need a soda. And to get a soda I need to go to the garage. Which means finding the slippers I hid so Timber wouldn't eat them. Then I'd need a glass of ice, which means going to the kitchen. Timber would come with me, and since we'd only be a few feet away, he'd go to the sliding glass doors and give me That Look. And since I did wake him I'd feel bad so we'd go outside. Misha will have noticed I'm gone and will now come outside, too. Which means waiting for her to do the perimeter sniff. Which would give me time to throw the ball for Timber. Finally we'd get inside, I'd grab my chips and soda and head to bed. Where every bite would include eyes. Eyes, staring. Following every crumb. This sounds like a book. "If you give Darlene a chip, she'll want a soda..."
Sunday, July 14, 2013
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