I think I'm having not just a bad hair day, but a bad hair weekend.

I feel blah.
I feel depressed.
I'm sniffling and I feel a cold coming on.
I've slept more than 8 hours, and all I want to do is crawl back into bed.
I saw "Underworld" and loved it, so I must be more of a goth girl than I thought.
I feel like I need new clothes. All my clothes are so boring, so conservative. I want to be edgy and daring, and wear black leather. It's my goth girl coming out.
My stupid pair of $11 DKNY ribbed tights, which I just wore the first time yesterday already has a run. Damn!
I'm starting to think Rush Limbaugh has a point about people who live in California, especially the left wing feminists women.
Maybe it's getting close to that time of the month, and I'm having a major PMS breakdown, because I just want to slap everyone who pisses me off.
I never get PMS, so the world must be ending.
I miss my grandma, and keep dreaming she's still alive.
I'm starting to question the writer thing.
I think my acting teacher was right when he said my biggest fear was fear of failure. He said it's what drives me and stops me from being a great actor.
I hate that I might be driven by the fear of failure, but I hate failure.
Somtimes I feel like if I'm not successful at something, I'll go insane.
I think my biggest fear is living a life of mediocrity, and I'm hiding from the fact that I'm already living that kind of life.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't weird, artistic and creative, since it must be nice to go through life and not worry whether you're any of these things.

So shocking. Robert Palmer, of "Addicted to Love" fame, died at age 54 of a heart attack.

I don't think of him as old. I don't think of any rock and roll guy as old. But they all age don't they? And then they die, which is normal but still shocking nonetheless.

The radio news is reporting that 7.8 earthquake hit Hokkaido Japan. That's huge!

Nanowrimo novel working title: Dallas is a State of Mind

Characters:
Marshall B. Raker - failed dot com executive, living in Dallas, divorced, missed his window of opportunity when the dot com market bottomed out, his big idea in 1999 was building a bigger pipe to move data through, voice and data over IP with a bigger pipe than a T3, Microsoft and IBM said it couldn't be done, the technology wasn't there. He's 5th generation Texas native, family still owns a working ranch in west Texas, republican, former rodeo bull rider, speaks and writes four languages fluently including french, smart, suave, Mr. modern day Texas Cowboy incarnate, loves 19th century literature and quotes Dickens and Melville, sees himself as a character in a Dickens novel battling against society and himself, has old fashioned values bordering on sexism, but manages to cover it up with his magnetic charm.

Jane B. Cartano - SF journalist who is researching an article on executive casualties of the dot bomb era, flies to Dallas for a week to interview him. She's hip with inner hippie, hates 19th century literature - too many long winded sentences and boring middle class values, she grew up in a commune located along the Hanapepe river with her very hippie dippy rich parents. She's ambitious, a vegan who eats meat when she's on assigment because it makes her aggressive, and of course she's attracted to Marshall B. Raker because he's everything she despises about men and dot com executives.

Harlequin romance, here we come!

My structure, subject to change, is 12 chapters about 10 pages each. I think it will be fun to write from the Marshall's point of view and then from Jane's, so it will 6 chapters for her and 6 chapters for him, alternated of course.

Chapters 1 & 2, intro
Chapters 3 & 4, first meeting - Day 1 in Dallas, lunch at the Hyatt Regency Dallas
Chapters 5 & 6, Day 2, lunch at The Mustang Cafe at Las Colinas
Chapter 7 & 8 - Day 3, dinner at the revolving restaurant at Reunion Tower, the passion night
Chapters 9 & 10, Day 4, The Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza
Chapters 11 & 12 - Day 5 - DFW Airport and goodbyes