what better time to write?

Ok so it is 5:42...ok 5:43, I am not sure if there is a better time to write. I promised last time that I will tell of the harrowing tale of getting a rejection letter from Tin House magazine. That doesnt seem that important just now. I just want to sleep and that is the last thing that comes right now. I have various problems... like allergies and that leads to breathing problems which is leading to me being up at the butt crack of dawn...to coin a phrase. I wish I could work up the energy to go to the store to get some kitty litter that Oya deaparately needs, but that just seems so depressing at 5 in the morning. It is less sad when the day has started in full, or at least that is what I am telling myself. so I will stay on the couch and then try to move my carcass to the bed after this blog and I have blown out the candle in the bathroom that I am praying helps with the smell of stinky litter in the bathroom. Geez, I am lazy and broke. Oh well, at least I am on vacation from work this week. you know I would really like to be able to get things done on this vacation, but my mind keeps telling me, "yeah right, like that is going to happen." maybe i should listen to it. or maybe I should just tell my brain to fuck off. I hate to be one of those people. the ones that use curse words, but you know sometimes they just make you feel so damn good. Like times when someone is acting like an asshole and you have the joy of retorting with a really superior comeback. It is like that good. Oh well, no one will want to read this tripe if I dont come up with a theme soon,...so....tune in next time, when Jenny will reveal...a theme!

Wasting time at work

Ok. so we will see how this works out. as per an impulse to be as cool as my friend lacey, that never quite occurs but I keep trying anyway, I have decided to begin a blog on "blogger." I feel as though I should be saying that with a deep british accent and with lots of feeling. Imagine me saying it that way now: "blogger." Oh well. I would really like to go home, but as it is I am working late tonight and I have about thirty minutes left to be in the "booth" or my office where I sell admissions. And very soon about four o'clock, I will move my carcass inside and host a "party" or just make sure that the building doesnt explode while the guests are here and then lock it up when they are done. Maybe put out small fires if there are any.

This is kind of fun (the blog I mean, not the party). I hope that someone enjoys it and it is not just for my own amusement. but I guess even if it were it would be worth it. So here I am. We will see how it goes. I will keep you posted in the life of jenny, her life, her love, her triumphs and her disappointments essentially as she is wont to say: "What the hell is up with Jenny."

Join us for our every next post, as we examine, what is called a rejection letter, and what it means to the short story writer from the perspective of Jenny.