Knocked over a glass of cranberry juice shuffling the furniture, pulled a muscle in my back. People, stop calling me! I love you, but I still have to excavate my bed from all the stuff I jammed on it in order to rearrange the furniture! I could put it in the attic, but I'd have to move it twice because there's no room to pull down the stairs.

Motrin. Must have motrin.

So, I am on episode three of Harper's Island. It is a bit like And then there were none/Ten Little Indians crossed with The Big Chill.

I'm crossing my fingers that my payment for the illustrations I drew for Lucha Libre comes through soon, as that has been earmarked for completely frivolous purchases and I am jonesing to get this quilt. It will go much better with the modern urban look of the current apartment (complete with two blue-violet walls in the bedroom) than my old Amélie-inspired Sofia comforter does.

Right now, I am sitting out on my balcony sipping a glass of wine.

What are other people doing?

Folding laundry. i've been folding it now, for about 90 minutes and I still have another basket to go.

OHGOODLORD! Sandra Oh is on Sesame Street as the Fairy Cookie Person. No. Seriously! [link]

I am also making yummy soup: beef, lentil and greens.

I am continuing to write my giant post about Friday night. We are on our way to the afterparty. You're giving -t directions.

I'm watching Charlie's Angels and trying to figure out what to make for dinner.

SuziQ, you should come here and have soup. It's good!

I just hung up the phone with my parents.

I'm working.