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Just to top off my week, I appear to be battling a mild flu bug or something. Stomach's upset, and I've got a burr in my throat.

I resolved last month not to get sick any more around deadline time -- I figured that it was a sign I was stressing myself out too much. But my body is not cooperating.

I want to emulate the cats, who are sacked out in the Sun Room (aka the Fish Tank), basking in the sun, looking for all the world like a semi ran through the room and flattened them. Or like a cat die-in. You will have to ask them what they are protestng.

My reading last night -- at Good Vibrations for Best S/M Erotica (I know, I forgot to tell anyone about it) -- went well. It was a small audience, but they outnumbered the readers, and that's my measure of success. Plus the store sold some books. I had to pinch-hit as the MC because the editor couldn't be there and the publisher, my boss (not the one who just cut my hours) was stuck on the Bay Bridge at starting time.

"Hi. I'm Lori. I'm neither the editor nor the publisher of this book."

Well, I did that once before, for a West Coast reading of Leatherwomen 3. In fact, this was the same story, reprinted, so perhaps it's fate.

useless whine/party game

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate writing bio notes?

This is one of those things people aren't allowed to complain about, because it means, after all, that I've had something published that requires a bio note. It's the whine of success, and that's never attractive. But I really hate it. They all sound so dry. I don't want to be the fifteenth person in whatever anthology to mention their cats, either. And I have no idea what people might want to know about me (except where to see more of my stuff).

I hate this process so much, in fact, that I've intermittently threatened to coerce my friends into writing my bio notes for me. Maybe as a party game.

What better place than here?

If you want to play: write a bio note for me in the comments section. It doesn't have to be true. It might be better if it's not true. You don't even have to know me very well. It might be better if you don't.

Everyone's invited to play. Go on, tell me who I am!

Here's the one I wrote this morning, just to start things rolling:

"Lori S. has put worse things in her mouth."