(I'd been making soaps, and the Zombie Skin--called at the time "Soap Leprosy"--was the soap I peeled out of the Pyrex during clean up.)

Since when are fireworks at like 6pm?

I'm not sure. I think I missed that memo, but I blame the shift in time.

I'm going to hope it is just fireworks. Ours go off much later though. I can hear them from Sea World, PetCo Park downtown and Qualcomm Stadium. There are some weird acoustics here.

Uh oh. I bought two wineglasses today. They were at Trader Joe's and stemless and really awesomely priced. The problem? I have no room for them. I've got a bit of a barware fetish... But they are really neat!

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was fireworks, but they're done now.

Anyone want to see the afghan that our knitting/crocheting group made to auction off today? It's here: [link]

Lily Squeakaboo OMG OMG so cute and brave. Plei, she is just amazing.

Beautiful quilt, vw!

How's that paper coming, Nora?

I just whipped together a 700-word essay. Boy, I love it when they come together like that.

I got the rough draft done, which is good. Now, I just need to polish and stick the landing (aka the closing paragraphs)

I sent you something, Nora.

Whee!

say, do you have HE background?

No, I just have a packrat mind, four years of working at a university and an ABD (All But Dissertation) in English.

Happy birthday, Hil!

OMG CUTE SQUEAKABOO.

So apparently at least two people missed me, and thus here I am to give a life update.

Work: I am still working at Michigan Book and Supply, and it's going fine. It's an easy job, and I kick ass at it. I'm also currently in training to be a Kaplan teacher for the GRE prep course. That will bring in a little more cash. No progress on the medical writing front, though there was a children's cancer foundation in Arcadia that was interested in me for a few days. That boosted my esteem slightly until the woman who was so excited about my qualifications sent them to the person a rung above her, and I never heard back. So I continue to suck.

Personal: Veronica Mars is pretty much what keeps me going these days. I'm at work all day, and when I get home, I don't feel like doing anything productive. Immersing myself in the fandom keeps me from examining my sad state of affairs in reality. So I continue to suck.

Family: My mom is under the impression that if I don't have a job by December, I'm moving back home. I don't know where she got that notion, as I have told her repeatedly I don't plan to move back home. This of course brought about the question "Don't you want to be with your family?" to which there is no right answer, since yes results in "Then why aren't you here?" and no results in "Fine, have a nice life." So I didn't answer. Then she brought up for the thirteen-thousandth time her brilliant deduction that the only reason I'm staying here is because I have a girlfriend, and when I denied it, she poked my agnosticism by saying that she couldn't make me swear to God that I was telling the truth. I yelled at her because I was frustrated, and there was the traditional heavy silence for thirty seconds before she hung up on me. So I continue to suck.

Romantic: Contrary to my mother's belief, I am as single as ever. So I continue to suck.