Now my living room smells like pine, and it's wonderful. I've been doing a lot of reading. I read 8th Day, which was the present I got for Snoopy, heh heh. I really liked it. I'll give it to her the next time I see her... again. Now I'm on to wave, and I'm almost half way through it. SUPERB book, so far. GREAT ideas. I'll tackle Speak next, and after that I'll re-read the second book in the "Pants" series as I call it, and then read the third. I doubt I'll see the movie.
I typed up my "Rosethorn's Revenge" story, which was the second chapter to "Shrunken Shirt". I wrote RR before nano wrimo, and it was saved on my computer. I didn't have Microsoft Word to edit it with, though, so I re-typed it to my laptop and did a bit of editing using Microsoft Word Version 6.0, which is near bloody horrible. It works, though, so I can live with it.
I'll probably end up going to Mr. Traverse's mother's wake today. It'll be the second wake I've gone to of someone I didn't know, and I've yet to go to any funeral. It miffs me to know that I'm going to these other wakes when I didn't even get to go to my grandfather's. I didn't get to go to his funeral, either. Da was talking about him last night. Granda truly was an amazing man. He certainly lives on in my father.
I just wanted to put up a bit of a true life update, since I haven't done so in quite a while. Ah well. Here's an update. Hopefully I'll come back to being an el-jay whore.