Absence of Rants

Yeah, it's been a while.  I got a call last night from a BFF, wondering if I was dead, so I should probably write a little something to reassure the rest of you.

It was a chill weekend; went out Friday night, had the funniest cabbie EVER on the way home, and a headache that was much less amusing in the morning.  Spent an indecent amount of money at Target on Saturday (and, as per usual, forgot several of the things I actually meant to get while I was there), then puttered around the house for the remainder.

Wireless Internet Card should arrive today or tomorrow, to my joy and excitement.  Posting at home!  The ability to work on the same story in either location!  It'll be great.

Also, new book on the way.  The third in a series, by a quirky fantasy/mystery writer named Kim Harrison (sp?).  I opted to get that as my moving-treat, rather than replacing my long absent copy of Pet Sounds.  I can wait another month for the Beach Boys.  I'm finally half-finished with 'The Mysteries of Udolpho', and it's beginning to grab me more.  It'll make for some lively discussion, at least, when Reader's Circle starts up again.

SO, there's the past several days in a nutshell.  I hope it was good for you...

Those Naughty Danish

And not the kind from Denmark, either.

I get scheduled breaks every day.  The kind where, I can only get up to pee/eat/etc. at those times.  This morning, my break was late because (and this was the excuse, word for word): "I was on my way out here, but then I saw this Almond Pastry, with these Raspberries on it, and it started talkin' to me, and next thing you know, I am SO late."

Talking pastries.  Yeah.  Personally, I prefer my pastries like a sex-addict prefers their prostitutes; the less talking, the better.