Today was the most boring Monday in the history of boring Mondays. And Mondays are NEVER boring at my job.
I still eat. I am a whale. Three more days, then the (mouth) gates shut.
I thought, "Yay, they're moving Terminator off Monday nights!" Then, of course, they're moving House to replace it. *sigh* I really need that four-channel DVR (and for only that one night, still, apparently).
Finished reading the popcorn book that was lent to me. WHY can't I get published? (Oh, yeah, I haven't submitted anything for months. I suck.)
Started reading a book sillymagpie lent me. Ah, this is much better. Writing that's good, and does not make my eyes bleed NOR make me want to slit my wrists while shrieking "Why not ME?!?" at the top of my lungs. (This one is The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly -- the previous was
One of my winters grew up while I was at work. I have to see if he'll breed with any of my gals.