ALNM: 0
BH: 0
exercise: hah

Sorry for the silence yesterday. I didn’t feel like writing. I mean, I _really_ didn’t feel like writing. I opened Chapter 2 of BH, after carefully scheduling myself two hours to work on the rewrite. I eked out a few paragraphs of description, which involved looking at lots of pictures of downtown Santa Barbara. Finally remembered that the town in my story isn’t SB, but based on SB, so I didn’t have to be exact. Then I went to the next place that needed fixing, and never fixed it. I found every excuse under the sun to run away from it. I got nothing else done.

It sucks to be in my head right now.

We watched the final episode of this season of “Angel”, which we pray will not be the final episode ever of “Angel”. This season was pretty darn good, and it got better as it went along. They’ve set things up to be a lot of fun and really interesting for next season. If there is a next season. Wah.

I woke up early today from a bad dream (not a nightmare, just a distressing situation) and then couldn’t get back to sleep. Got up, ate Easy Mac, read e-mail, had a meltdown, and went back to bed. Had that weird sleep where you start dreaming you’re awake but can’t move, etc. Slept, dozed, slept, dozed, until noon when Ken woke me so we could take his mom out to lunch for her birthday.

We went to Sammy’s Woodfired Pizza, where we’d been before. Perversely, neither Ken nor I ordered pizza. I had a “pepperoni salad” that consisted of shredded iceberg lettuce, chopped tomatoes, sliced kamalata olives (tasty), fresh basil (also tasty), and a pathetic amount of sliced pepperoni. I would have to check the menu to ascertain whether the salad was supposed to have cheese; I found a small hunk of buffalo mozzarella buried beneath the mound. It was tasty, though, because I’d been craving salad. I also ordered a wrap of chicken, olives, feta, green peppers, onions, tomatoes, etc., and it was good. I brought the larger portion of it home and had it for supper. Meanwhile, Ken had a Thai or Chinese chicken salad, and was pleased with it. Mom had a sausage-and-mushroom pizza, and it looked really good. We all shared a very long in arriving Messy Sundae, which was also yummy (and boy, did I have a sugar rush, given that what I ate constituted what I normally eat in a month, refined-sugar-wise). Because the sundae was so late in arriving, Mom got a free coupon for another one, and the current one was comped (as a birthday comp), and we had a coupon for a meal, so all in all it was good.

Afterwards, she came over and I duct taped her for a bodice. Must remember to e-mail her about the corset-making workshop we’re having next month.

After all that, I stared at the computer and answered a few e-mails, and ate the other half of my wrap, and Ken and I went to the Baronial Council meeting, where we encouraged various newcomers to come to sewing nights and generally sowed the seeds of anarchy.

Then we came home and watched taped sitcoms, and I finished the embroidery on the sleeves of my green tunic, and then we crashed. Or I will be doing so momentarily. If only I could get the space bar to work.