So, as you have probably gathered, Cat has well and truly lost her cell phone. I don't have the faintest idea where it might be. I had it Sunday night. On Monday night, my manager called me (to ask if I could work on Tuesday) and mentioned that he'd tried my cell phone. No big deal; I usually keep it off or on vibrate anyway, so I wasn't ( Read more... )

I fucking HATE Flannery O'Connor. If I never have to read anything by her ever again, it'll be too soon. Goddamn. I positively despise every single one of her short stories.

I can't wait to go back to Les Miserables. Substance! Beauty! Talent! It'll be a welcome change from the hideous shit I've been forced to read.

Spite.