Update

I am not Ray Bradbury.

I am not Jane Austen.

I am not Thomas Howe. (He's really good, by the way.)

I am not Mary anybody, or anybody's Mary.

So, yeah. Nobody is counting down to Armageddon.

I'm just weird, so Zaadz is the place for me. 

I am not Kim Stanley Robinson either. That's a huge bummer.

I am not Ani Difranco, or Utah Philips, or Andrew Byrd, or Sara Lee.

They're all really inspiring, too. So, everyone that wants credit has it, and everyone that doesn't want credit doesn't have it.

My heart feels weird. I hope I'm not freaking myself out again. Whatever. I just need to stick with my routine.  Routine. Routine. Routine. Routine. Thank you, LaTonia.

P.S. I still know that's not my name.