at last night's subterfuge writer's group, talk shifted from a happyrobot writing collective to tim's awesome summer fiction to bill clinton's memoir only to land on a story about nate's big toe. jason happened to walk in while i was showing nate my toes and then nate took off his shoe to give his toe operation story the depth it deserved. all this in a coffee shop on glenwood avenue. we usually get more writing and literary talking done then we did last night. but at least we got toe issues out of the way.
if someone walked up to me right now and asked "what kind of person are you?" i would reply "i am the kind of person that waves at cows". nc state university has farms near my apartment and when i drive to my parents, i always pass the cows. and wave. and moo. i might use that little tidbit in a story someday. i also might be able to use it in court if ever i have to prove my sanity. or insanity.