So, I've been back to school for about three days now. My History of Christianity class is pretty cool. I like that it's being taught from a secular perspective--it gives me a new way of looking at things, and I'm getting a lot of information that I never had before. Medieval Manuscripts annoys me. The teacher is a bit airy-fairy and ( Read more... )

My head hurts. Whine, whimper, whine.

Alex is playing Midevil on his PSPuny. It is hilarious. I would want to play it, but my head hurts. Did I mention that I had a headache? Owie. Ow, ow, owie. I still sit here and snicker at the funniness. Snicker, snicker, owch.

In other news, I now have one single-spaced page of Secret of the Single ( Read more... )

I am tired. Last night, I had a lovely time at an auction (my first) to benefit the Eugene Opera. I looked absolutely smashing, if I do say so myself (though I did learn, while preparing for the auction, that one should not ask, "How do I look? Gorgeous?" of one's husband before he has put his glasses on, unless one wishes to receive the answer ( Read more... )

So, I've set Swashbuckler Files aside for the moment in favor of a crazy, hopefully-short story titled The Secret of the Single Sock. I finally got a good beginning down this morning, and the story amuses me as I write it. That's all good. The story begins with a letter--an eviction notice. It can only get better from there, right ( Read more... )

Well, we've brought home our new housemate. Her name is Mia, and she is a pretty kitty. Loki took one look at her, backed up against Alex, and hissed. He was terrified. Mia, meanwhile, has made herself right at home. At the moment, she is relaxing under the dining room table while Loki very, very slowly inches closer to her. They're mainly ( Read more... )

Greetings, all. I have returned, happily, from visiting my many relations in northern California. While I love them all dearly, they tend to encourage unhealthy habits in me. I spent the week sitting on my butt, eating bad-for-me food, and inhaling cigarette smoke. I really wish Grandma would quit. I would mind less if I didn't have to breathe ( Read more... )