Writing, for me, is like pulling teeth. From my dick.
-David Rakoff
The Waitress, when coerced, still takes the occasional catering gig, and still gets the serving nightmares to prove it. In said nightmares, she is usually naked, but for a pair of clogs, or has only one table, but has somehow managed to lose their takeout anyway.
These days, she can mostly be found writing, freaking out kids with weird puppets at her library job, and trying to get up when everyone else does (though her body still longs to sleep until two in the afternoon). She lives in Edmonton, Alberta, and is at work on a novel.