Monday, November 20, 2006, 8:56 AM

If I was stranded on a desert island and could only have one book with me, I’d choose The Idiots Guide to Surviving Deserted Island Life. If it hasn’t been written yet, it should be.


Unhinged has been going through one of those periods known as writer’s block lately. Sources show that she’s begun a number of blog entries (and two short stories), and has lived to tell the tale about a few more new experiences. However, the girl has the attention span of a drunken gnat, so you do the math.

The photos finally arrived of Halloween night. She’d like to make a hoagie stacker with potato wedges and share the photograph of that instead, since her chin always seems to ruin the effect of her quirky kind of beauty on film.

Last week when she was talking to her mother, Unhinged realized for the first time that she loved her job in accounts payable. The job is all about numbers, accuracy, attention-to-detail and deadlines, something that normally would have had her gagging down a can of lima beans with nothing to drink, before she’d ever feel at home doing such a job. But yeah, she loves her job and most of the people with whom she works. It’s a major, happy realization for her, and has helped calm some of her long-term worries. And it’s this that she’s most thankful for this season.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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