Tomorrow is the last day of the year. Since I was a child I have imagined a year with my visual brain, as a big wheel cut into twelve sections, with January at 10 o’clock. Each year I travel around in this circle clockwise. I think this originates in a toy I had when I was little, which was a calendar puzzle, shaped like a wheel, with each month as a wooden puzzle piece.

I finally sucked it up and did the Flash project. In just a few hours of work I learned quite a lot. I have actually taken “formal” Flash instruction in a classroom-type setting in the past, and each time learned absolutely nothing — mostly because in the class we didn’t have any meaningful assignments. It was all stupid shit like draw a line, tween the line, blah blah blah.

It continues to rain like crazy. Our old crappy building is cold, even with the heat on. How funny that if we were in Chicago I would be warmer right now, because the buildings there (well, the ones I would agree to live in) have modern insulation and windows. Brr. Luckily I have my new bathrobe, which is ever so toasty.

There’s nothing on tv worth watching, so I have been doing little puttering projects, like organizing my handbags and stuffing them full of old shirts I don’t wear so that they will keep their shape. I’ve been meaning to photograph them, but that will have to wait for the sun to come out.

I guess there is a basketball game on, but I haven’t really been watching. First of all because the Warriors are hapless, and second because I don’t really even like basketball that much. Like the actual rules and flow of the game annoy me. All the fouling and strategic fouling and time stoppage and so on and so forth. Constant anti-climaxes. All the showboating. It just makes me miss baseball and think of all the ways in which baseball is superior. SHIT I LOVE BASEBALL AND I AIN’T ASHAMED.

Anyhoo. Did I tell you all about the haunted whorehouse we stayed in while we were in Arizona? I had actually forgotten the haunted part until we got into the room and Brian found a book on the table about the “Haunted Hotels of Arizona.” This place used to be a bordello a hundred years ago. There had been all these accounts of hearing footsteps on the stairs at night, the sound of a “box slamming shut,” and guests at the inn feeling like someone was sitting on the end of the bed when no one was there.

Naturally I read that and was all freaked out. I am not a skeptic about spooky stuff, but also I have never witnessed anything spooky, so here we were in this haunted inn, and once the lights went out, I was petrified. I never would have slept there alone! Brian wasn’t scared at all of course, and he used to LIVE in a haunted farmhouse.

Sure enough, a few hours later I woke up and was laying there working myself up about it, and I hear this *slam!* like a trunk closing. gaaaaaahhhh. That was it though. Nothing after that. It was definitely close by, not outside. The town we were in was so small and so remote, I doubt a single car went down the street between midnight and six.

ghoooooosts!!

Brian says there’s no reason to be afraid; “ghosts” are just energy that hasn’t moved on yet or is still around for whatever reason.

I just found the menu for tomorrow night’s prix fixe three course meal before the Kathy Griffin show. Au lala! What in the hell is quark spatzle???