a useless biography

Sarah has glaring, luminous red-eye in a distressingly high portion of her photographs, leading her to take exception to the notion that the eyes are the windows to the soul. If you asked casual acquaintances and distant relatives about her, you would have to conclude that the pinnacle of her life to date occurred in May of 2001, 2002, and 2003, when she was a finalist in the National Spelling Bee. Sarah, however, would contend that she has achieved other things; for instance, she is not as dumb as she was back in middle school, and she has learned that adding in half a dozen tenuously connected subplots does not make a novel complex in a good way. She likes good books. She mostly likes the Internet.

Her cat is currently sleeping in the laundry hamper, and she is torn between moving him and going to find her camera.