She runs a scam like me and you.

So. I'm remembering why I kind of hate writing, and why I gave up on that dream of being a writer. And why I made the careful distinction between writing and blogging about a year ago. Because I wanted to keep blogging, but writing: do not want.

Somehow, people at work got the idea that I can write. I have no clue where they got this idea. It may have to do with the fact that sometimes they get confused and call me a copywriter even though I'm a copyeditor. Or maybe it's the fact that since I pick apart sentences all day, I should surely know how to write some of my own. But even if they happened to find my blog as a result of The Great Outing of 2008, and have been reading every day, they still would have no reason to believe that I know what the hell I'm doing when I stick a bunch of words together, throw in some wacky political/religious/philosophical statement that pisses off everyone, and call it a blog.

A girl at work is starting up a Dallas magazine, and she asked me if I'd like to write for it. Uh, sure! I said, immediately tempering my enthusiasm with the disclaimer that I'm not a reporter and there will be no reporting because I don't know how to report and I hate reports. Yeah?

So she asked me to visit a psychic and write about it. And I did visit a psychic, a week ago yesterday, lalala. And I took some notes, lalala, thought up some similes and descriptions in my head, lalala, a draft was due Sunday, lalala, it's Tuesday and I still haven't written a word, lalala. We're meeting after work today to read what we've got. Lalala.

To boot, there are other things I'd much rather be writing about than my terrible psychic experience, such as the fact that I've finally, finally found a church that I want to devote my heart and soul and life to. Yep, I have. Wouldn't you like to hear about it? Me too.

Or, at the very least, sing Obama's praises because !!!! A full sweep!!! Potomac Primaries!!! WearegoingtowinthisIloveObamawearegoingtowinthisbiteitHill!!!

But maybe later. For now, I've got to figure out a way to describe the palm reader without delving into descriptions already used by Third Eye Blind. Anyway, their psychic sounds much cooler than mine.