Heavy Sighing Man
2001-11-12 8:09 a.m.
The whole plane crash thing in NY has me a little wigged out. I'm already afraid of flying, I don't need any other reasons to fear it. Now my neuroses has to deal with the idea of terrorists and saboteurs.
Yesterday was nice. I met Rebecca for coffee and a writing session. We had the upstairs in this funky Victorian coffee house all to ourselves until Heavy Sighing Man showed up. He sat with his back to us and every minute or so would let out this deep sigh/growl. It was the strangest thing. He'd be eating, breathing normally, reading his paper and then suddenly this loud expelling of air with a growl for emphasis. Rebecca and I exchanged many glances, rolling eyes and pantomime giggling.
On my way home I stopped by city market for some hand made gorgonzola & garlic ravioli, marinara sauce, fresh baked bread, olive oil and mixed greens. I felt so European walking out with my bag of yummy food. Dinner was fantastic and made me look like a better cook than I am.
I spent a few hours with a heating pad on my screwed up neck. It wouldn't be so bad but it's giving me horrible headaches and I'm a whiner when my head hurts.
I think I left my kung fu book at the school. It's a notebook with all my notes, letters and lists of techniques I've learned. It's like a personal book of everything I've learned. If I lost it I'm SCREWED.
NaNoWriMo word count still at 15,073 but I've got another chapter I need to transcribe from my notebook.
Need a plot? No problem: He's an all-American ninja gentleman spy looking for 'the Big One.' She's a sarcastic punk queen of the dead fleeing from a Satanic cult. They fight crime!
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