And in other news:

NEW YORK (AP) -- Tonya Harding and Amy Fisher are getting ready to rumble.

The pugilistic divas will face off on "Celebrity Boxing," a Fox special scheduled to air March 13. The network is billing the bout as "the battle of the bad girls."

Also on the special, former "Brady Bunch" star Barry Williams will be pitted against Danny Bonaduce, once part of TV's "Partridge Family."

The network said the fights will be real, each lasting three rounds.

Harding gained notoriety when, in January 1994, the figure-skating champ was involved in a bungled plot hatched by her ex-husband to disable her Olympics rival Nancy Kerrigan. Harding pleaded guilty to conspiracy.

Amy Fisher made headlines as "the Long Island Lolita" when, as a teen-ager having an affair with auto mechanic Joey Buttafuoco, she shot and wounded his wife in 1992. Fisher served almost seven years in prison.

A third celebrity-boxing pairing has yet to be announced, Fox said.

And in other news:

NEW YORK (AP) -- Tonya Harding and Amy Fisher are getting ready to rumble.

The pugilistic divas will face off on "Celebrity Boxing," a Fox special scheduled to air March 13. The network is billing the bout as "the battle of the bad girls."

Also on the special, former "Brady Bunch" star Barry Williams will be pitted against Danny Bonaduce, once part of TV's "Partridge Family."

The network said the fights will be real, each lasting three rounds.

Harding gained notoriety when, in January 1994, the figure-skating champ was involved in a bungled plot hatched by her ex-husband to disable her Olympics rival Nancy Kerrigan. Harding pleaded guilty to conspiracy.

Amy Fisher made headlines as "the Long Island Lolita" when, as a teen-ager having an affair with auto mechanic Joey Buttafuoco, she shot and wounded his wife in 1992. Fisher served almost seven years in prison.

A third celebrity-boxing pairing has yet to be announced, Fox said.

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Now I know I'm desperate.

I applied for two courier jobs today.

Looking at the want ads makes me cry....

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Now I know I'm desperate.

I applied for two courier jobs today.

Looking at the want ads makes me cry....

The Fact of Fiction

"I am something." Remember when I wrote that a while back?

I always start a story with a situation. Usually one I come up with, or dream about.

"Tom gets kidnapped." "I can pass as a woman so well, other women wouldn't notice!" "Teacher finds Atlantis" "Girl believes she is an angel." "Corporate world"

Once I've got the the basics of the story down, I create characters for them.

"Boy who helps get Tom back." "Girl who also has secret" "Amnesiac warden" "Doubting Roger" "Man caught in strange world"

I then send these characters to do their work...and when they come back, they've met other people who help them along.

"Computer expert to break a lock" "Sister who doesn't mind Carrie" "Jealous boyfriend" "Boy who also believes he's an angel" "A homesick Calinian"

And sometimes they create people who don't help.

"The Center for Advanced Cloning TEchnology" "The hateful father" "The prisoners" "The Celestial Exchange Agency" " The Serbin Council"

And sometimes they decide where the story goes.

"I am the guiding force of humanity" "I want to be a singer" "This ISN'T Atlantis" "He said he was going to do it HERE" "The Fact of Fiction"

I cannot create a world, unless I describe it. I describe these people into being. Once they are created, they describe to me what they do, and by describing to me, they also create. Fully functioning fictional people inside of my head, creating worlds, molding, forming, twisting and creating the world they wish to live in.

I cannot sleep.

And now I know why.

When I meditate, I describe a world into being. And, in order to participate in this world, I've described MYSELF into being in this world. I have really done nothing in this world, except play. All described, fleshing out the area for me in exacting detail.

The last few meditations I have "met" people, most likely from the books I have been reading lately, who have taken basic forms, which I described out to myself and fleshed out and filled in. More areas of my little world have come into clarity, been described, and rebuilt.

I have created a setting, and a cast of characters with no situation or story.

And now, I finally realized what I am:

I am the situation.

The Fact of Fiction

"I am something." Remember when I wrote that a while back?

I always start a story with a situation. Usually one I come up with, or dream about.

"Tom gets kidnapped." "I can pass as a woman so well, other women wouldn't notice!" "Teacher finds Atlantis" "Girl believes she is an angel." "Corporate world"

Once I've got the the basics of the story down, I create characters for them.

"Boy who helps get Tom back." "Girl who also has secret" "Amnesiac warden" "Doubting Roger" "Man caught in strange world"

I then send these characters to do their work...and when they come back, they've met other people who help them along.

"Computer expert to break a lock" "Sister who doesn't mind Carrie" "Jealous boyfriend" "Boy who also believes he's an angel" "A homesick Calinian"

And sometimes they create people who don't help.

"The Center for Advanced Cloning TEchnology" "The hateful father" "The prisoners" "The Celestial Exchange Agency" " The Serbin Council"

And sometimes they decide where the story goes.

"I am the guiding force of humanity" "I want to be a singer" "This ISN'T Atlantis" "He said he was going to do it HERE" "The Fact of Fiction"

I cannot create a world, unless I describe it. I describe these people into being. Once they are created, they describe to me what they do, and by describing to me, they also create. Fully functioning fictional people inside of my head, creating worlds, molding, forming, twisting and creating the world they wish to live in.

I cannot sleep.

And now I know why.

When I meditate, I describe a world into being. And, in order to participate in this world, I've described MYSELF into being in this world. I have really done nothing in this world, except play. All described, fleshing out the area for me in exacting detail.

The last few meditations I have "met" people, most likely from the books I have been reading lately, who have taken basic forms, which I described out to myself and fleshed out and filled in. More areas of my little world have come into clarity, been described, and rebuilt.

I have created a setting, and a cast of characters with no situation or story.

And now, I finally realized what I am:

I am the situation.