Doctor's appointment today at two, but the surgery won't be scheduled until they take X-rays. Damn my teeth.
Have been biking, but am getting a constant soreness in my left thigh muscle--the rectus femorus...the femoral muscle, I think? I think I just need to stretch out more before I bike.
I have a book review due in nine days, and I've just begun the book. Fortunately, it's a damn easy read.
Tom and I went to see The House Bunny last night, and while I'm not sure I'd recommend it...it was funny, and cute, and totally mindless...which was just what we needed.
Oh, and a book I ordered for class (and paid expediated shipping for) was supposed to arrive by Sept. 1, and STILL is not here. I am not impressed, and the seller is getting a neutral at best. That fucking book should've been here a lot sooner. They didn't even ship it until the TWENTY EIGHTH, when they were supposed to ship it by the twenty second.
In other news, Stephanie Meyers is acting like a drama queen what with the leaked draft of her new novel, Midnight Sun. And as
minisinoo, who's a professional writer, points out, a draft isn't anywhere in the category of a finished book.
It's a draft, Meyers, now get over it and stop acting like one of those fanfic writers on ff.n who threaten to never write another chapter until they get reviews.
All right, I'm off to take a shower and watch a little TV before I come back to the library and read more for this review.
ETA: For the love of Isis, Meyers has apparently thrown a hissy fit and made the
entire draft public.
ETA 2:
cleolinda's fabulous recaps are
here and
here.
ETA 3 (Sorry y'all): Apparently Meyers'
taste in music is not nearly as bad as her so-called writing abilities.