I was just thinking of getting my hearing checked because I've been hearing this persistent hum in my ears right before I go to sleep, and then I came across this article from the NY Times.

People Hearing Persistent, Mysterious Hum Aren't Alone

I wonder if I'm hearing the same hum for about the last three weeks.

I had my hearing checked a few year ago, and the tests were normal except for the fact that the doctor told me I can hear very high pitches. The doctor said that most people lose their ability to hear high pitched sounds as they get older, but apparently I hear the normal high pitches that you have at birth and the ones that most normal people can't hear.

Creepy, creeepy!

Here's an amusing passage from my novel. This is the male character talking, Marshall Raker.

"I don’t why I let her talk me into taking to her that Kennedy museum, but like a fool I agreed to go there with her for our third interview. What is it with democrats, liberals and Kennedy? They worship the man like he’s a god, when in reality he was nothing but a good looking ineffectual president, who had a hell of a speech writer. It was those damned horses. She looked so helpless and dreamy looking at them. When a girl looks like that in front of a fellow, it makes you just melt something fierce deep inside."

I so want to take a vacation from writng, but I know if I stop now I'll never finish my novel. I have to get through a chapter tonight.

Not sure if I'll stick to the 1,667 words a day total that was my writing rhythm during November. It's not a bad way to measure progress though, because it's about 4 pages of double spaced text a day.

I've got my christmas lights up, and they're so pretty! I love christmas lights. I'm still debating about getting a tree. It was so nice not to deal with the hassle of putting up a christmas tree last year. I'll have to think about it.

I went to my favourite fruit and veggie market on my lunch hour to pick up a few items, and I was shopping to the Grinch song from Dr. Seus' "How the Grinch Stole Christmas".

Sometimes I think I'm just a cranky SF food freak, because it irritates me that my fave fruit & veggie store doesn't carry Acme Bread which is the only type of fresh bread I like to buy.

On the way home I was thinking that if I ever become become obscenely rich, I will donate the majority of my money to food banks and services like Meals on Wheels, which deliver meals to the sick and elderly.

There is nothing more basic to human survival than food and eating, and it's utterly disgraceful that they are people who live in this city who for whatever reason can't feed themselves.

What is up with that?