Dear friends,
After a month or six of semi-lucid exhaustion, I'm starting to feel all verbose again, although not at this precise moment. At this precise moment, sleep deprivation has caught up with me, and whatever problems I may have tonight, verbosity will not be one of them. So leave us seize the moment so that I can administer the thanks that should have been thanked days ago (and which will be followed with proper thank-you notes):
Thanks to everyone who helped, and is continuing to help, me celebrate my birthday with a maximum of grace and class and a minimum of whining "hi, honey! I'm old!" Thanks to my mom and stepdad for the earrings (gold loveknots, dear friends, and really beautiful ones). Thanks to my dad and stepmom, my grandmother and my in-laws for the money that was used to buy some really superb books. Thanks to bunni and to the little lovemuffins at the Upper West Side Lush, who will keep me smelling pretty clear through to 2010. Thanks to 'mouse for the homemade jam (kiwi! apricot! blackberry!) that reduces me to a gibbering puddle of confiserie-based love. Thanks to Snowball for ignoring my protestations of knitting idiocy, and sending me some nifty pattern books to grow into. Additional thanks to Snowball for giving me the gentle nudge that led to the pink-and-yellow page you are reading now, and to the first words ever published on it. Thanks to orionoir, a guy outstanding in his field (hellooooooooo!) and the best friend a writer ever had, for introducing me to Snowball. And thanks again, ever and always, to all of you, dear ones, for your encouragements, constructive criticisms, and general everythings. Thank you very much, thank you very very much, it's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me.
What are you going to be like if you ever win an award?
