It had to stop, so she stopped it. With biscuits. The sour milk, the sawdust. She cleaned it all up, not the way a woman usually does, but for the first and last time.
"Look," she said then. "I've invented fiberboard."
Tue Feb 28 2006 23:45:
Argh. All my energy is going into book writing, leaving only scraps for NYCB. I don't even have link dumps to show you, unless you like looking at random parts of the Flickr and GTK API documentation.
"I'll teach you how to make cheese," he said. It was a lie. "My hand slipped," he'd say. "It's thermodynamically impossible." Always something. She'd had enough of the excuses, the anthills left by unfinished projects on the back porch.
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