9689 words

I'm at 9689 words on the prose project.  This morning I didn't feel like writing, but it was good to make myself.  I wrote about this story I told Ming on the Berkeley marina the other day.  It was about a small bear and their bird friend getting oppressed by a witch.  It was nice to have an interlude.

Having a bread knife has improved my quality of life.  Trying to slice bread with an inadequate knife is a recipe for sad.

Today I want to go to a big chain bookstore just to look around.  Please don't let me buy any stationery!  I am asking the goddess of all things paper to help me stay resolved against stationery purchases, but I lack faith.