I wish I could twitch my nose like Samantha

[flyakate]

Okay, that's kind of dorky, but true. My room looks like something exploded. It's really unfortunate. Also, I feel kind of crappy. My own fault though. Got some interesting emails lately, well actually just the one. I'm not sure what I should do about this mystery someone (who I am keeping a mystery in case they should happen to read this journal; oh, aren't i sneaky) but I sent off some whiny emails, so that might help. Because, yes, I am the mistress of the red flags, as well as being a dork. But we all knew that. Might have to get a job this summer; how depressing. Hopefully Waldenbooks is hiring. We can always hope. Speaking of Hope, I should call her. Hmmm, plans... as well as the whole Lorrie/Judy/NYC thing. That will be fun. Okay, off to bed (maybe) because tomorrow I am forced to return to Massachusetts to clean up the damn house that we sold. I HAVE TOO MANY HOUSES!!!! (Guess you don't hear that every day :-0)

Writing (and making new categories all the time): Annals of Necropolis
Editing: Empty Hell
Reading: Four Past Midnight by Stephen King; Black Ice by Michael Connalley; who knows?