look how productive I am

( organized my desk, paid bills )

I'm not going to work eleven hour days all this week, just Tues/Wed/Thurs.  Today eor needs the car, and Friday I'm going to the book club breakfast.  I wonder if we'll be able to look the waiter in the face and admit we didn't like the book he suggested?  It's  over-the-top in a way that would be camp if it had a sense of humor about itself, but it doesn't. ( spoilers for Lost Souls )

 

Interestingly, to me, one of my fellow book-club-members says she asked her son, who is a writer, if he likes Poppy Z. Brite and he loves her, and he has to go lie down after reading one of her books.  It strikes me that, if beauty is a series of successfully strung together cliches, then she's gorgeous.  (Which I think is a bad paraphrase of a line from The Great Gatsby which Mr. Pink quotes every now and then.

oh crap - leaving in 20 min, must shower.