In which there’s really nothing worth reporting and you shouldn’t even be reading this because you’re far too cool a person to waste time on an entry like this.

Friday evening I went over to hang out with Raybo and Tsunami, but after visiting with them for only a bit The Curse arrived, and I had to run home before I bled on any of their innocent furniture. In bed by eleven thirty on a Friday!

The rest of the weekend involved finishing a book, starting another, and doing two loads of laundry. I did not do anything more exciting than eat two chocolate candy bars and sleep a lot.

Monday, I thought uncharitable thoughts about my uterus. Uncharitable because it’s really not my uterus’s fault; it’s the glands that produce – or don’t produce – various hormones in unreliable quantities that are causing my uterus to behave the way it does. It’s just following orders.

Yeah, following orders like those Nuremburg dudes.

Today at work, I edited 119 invoices individually before sending them out because the accounting software used by my employer is, to coin a phrase, totally stupid omgwtfbbq!!1!1!!.

However, I did meet a cute girl (with dimples!) today who offered to take me for a ride on the back of her motorcycle sometime, and she’s a massage therapist. So I guess getting up this morning wasn’t a total wash. Did I mention the dimples? *swoon*