Ahh, warm days in San Francisco again. Walking around in tank tops and sandals (umm, and other stuff too) with a smile on my face. It just makes me feel happy, not to be alive, but just happy.

Which puts me in the mood to write depressing things, of course. :P Sorry, Ducklings.


"Anytime you lose a parent, it's obviously tough for the family,' said Kariya, who has four siblings. "My father played a huge role in all of our lives, but you're born and you die; those are the two guarantees in life. We've had good perspective, and I think having so many brothers and sisters to lean on has helped me get through it.

"In terms of playing, my father wouldn't have wanted me to stop playing; I know that for a fact.

"Having a team to lean on helped, too. This is a family. Anyone who's been around pro sports knows how close you become to your teammates and your coaches; it's like a second family. Having them around and their support definitely helped a lot.'

Yeah, thanks for making me feel even scummier about how I've written him. One day I'll write something nice ... oh wait, I have! *pets chocolate ducklings*

Finished Duckling threesome last night. I'm happy with it, which probably means it's terrible. That always struck me as weird, how a lot of the time what writers don't like of their stuff is what others do, while the stuff they're satisfied with is mediocre. Severe lack of objectivity, I guess.

Got bunny to write about life in the hellhole. I'm not sure it's a good idea, given how terrible my memory is, but at the very least, I will be super cheerful about the way my life turned out after I'm done writing it! :D