Shit. I gotta work at the bookstore tonight (I was on call, which means you call in two hours beforehand and see if they need you, and they do tonight). Problem is that I don't have a clean pair of non-jean pants (I'm wearing jeans right now). Oh, well, I've been meaning to pick up a new pair of black pants, so I might as well do so on the way in. Feh.
And I just lost my acrylic nail off my little finger when typing that sentence. Double-feh. Gotta go find a cheap nail salon after work tomorrow and get the rest of them taken off.
I'm very confused by the kindler gentler Klan. And I can't work out if I should be more scared or less.
Man! Phone tag with Playboy. Have suggested that we schedule a specific time to speak tomorrow. Everyone I've told about this cannot stop laughing or insisting that I MUST get this job.
Leftover Halloween candy is not an acceptable dinner, right? Right.
You know that guy on LJ that ripped apart my book in like five obsessive posts? He's at it again, and also posted this review of Sarah Vowell's Assasination Vacation:
Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell Is Vowell really as much a social retard as she appears to be in the introduction, or is it just some of that exaggeration for humorous effect that always seems inappropriate in works of non-fiction?
Suddenly, everything has become clear, you know?
Shrift, I really hope you get that gig. I have a friend here who almost dropped everything (no pun intended) to answer a help wanted ad from the same company. I'm glad he didn't get it, because he really would have disappeared into his work, but if you were to, we'd be blessed by association.
Suddenly, everything has become clear, you know?
This is why it's important to know your reviewers!
