My hair has reached That Length again. That Length is the one where it’s suddenly too long and too thick to tuck behind my ears without it just falling loose again right away. That Length is where the only thing I can stand to do is put it in a ponytail or a headband or back in some fashion, which inevitably causes me to say, “Well, if all I’m doing with it is putting it in a ponytail, why shouldn’t I just cut it off? That’d be a lot easier.”…
happy birthday to me!
Happy birthday to me! And to Janis! And to Lynette! And to Marilyn Monroe and Superman! And, no doubt, to many other fine people! And thank you, everybody, who sent me birthday email. *beam* I wrote 1400 words this morning! On Thunderbird Falls rewrites, which isn’t really what I’d intended to start working on, but hey, the muse moved me, I guess, so who’m I to argue? Perhaps later today I’ll fix the rest of the chapter. Or perhaps I won’t! We’ll see! ahahaha. Ahem. *laugh* I’m in a good…
stupid spammers
I am getting *really* badly spammed by comments spam. This is really, really frustrating. Stupid, stupid bastards. :( I have turned off comments on any posting more than 1 week old. I’ll be doing this every week, I guess, so if you’ve got comments on older postings, just put them on the latest entry. :(
home again!
Home again, home again, jiggity jig! Not lots to report, except Ted had roses for me at the airport *beam* and it’s really gorgeous out and Chanti and I just went for a nice walk that made my feet hurt. Stupid feet. I’m glad to be home. I have declared that the next 3 days are For Reading Only. Well, not *only* only, but I’m not going to worry about writing and I’m going to read the rest of the Luna books (I’ve read, um, 2 of them now! o.o)…
cutting out early
Cutting out of work early to go finish up the book and put it in the mail (yay!). Also I just discovered that Caltrain’s not RUNNING on the weekends right now, which means I /have/ to get a stupid hotel bus to the airport tomorrow morning, but at least it’s cheaper than a cab. Hrmph. And then I think I’ll go up to Fisherman’s Wharf (this is not one of those paragraphs of which an English teacher would approve) and do some shopping and eat some dinner and maybe I’ll…