Since nobody apparently gives a damn about my shiny new mp3 player and I need entertainment:
1. Ask me a question about one of my stories. Whatever you ask, I will attempt to answer truthfully.
The older the story, the less likely I am to remember a damn thing about it.
2.
cf33, I totally wrote you a birthday present. Longhand in my notebook. I will type it as soon as I can, and then it will be yours.
3. No coherent thoughts on SYTYCD until after the auditions. They are loser-editing the auditioner profiles to an annoying degree. How amusing is it that they're still trying to convince us that Dominic is straight? At least they have stopped trying to convince us the same about Neil. Girls seem really interchangeable so far; favorite boy at this point was the hip hop dancer from Dallas with the amazing muscle control who got all shy when Mary told him how cute he is.
4. Yesterday, I had a really good lobster roll. Buttered warm hot dog bun, pieces of claw meat, that's all. First real and perfect lobster roll I have had in this state, in a very unlikely neighborhood, yum.