Today I had an unbeatable hair day, and brought brownies to work, and I discovered a copy of The Best of C. L. Moore on my hard drive. When I need some perspective on life, I can open "Shambleau" or "Vintage Season" and all will be well.

Last night M. mentioned she was going to the haunted forest with her friends Friday night, and I tagged along. Apparently I am easy to startle but hard to scare, since I lead the way through the haunted forest with cider in hand. I lost it when the chainsaws came out, but dude. Chainsaws. I faded early, since I know I'm doing overtime this weekend.

Apparently I am going through a period of trashy fiction: I have been reading hardboiled noir with fairies, and flipping through Catherine Asaro's novels. I am also going through a period of retail therapy, which may need to be photographically documented when my Macy's package is opened... tomorrow morning? Tomorrow afternoon? If I did this right, the package contains a Handbag of Awesome, which should be savored as long as possible. My life is a perfect cake of cool with awesome frosting on top. And tomorrow I am going to work four hours of OT as part of Project Grad School Application Procrastination and Project Meredith (my next laptop will be named Meredith; do not question this on any level lest your brain explode), and maybe finish my October book log. Or sleep. I miss sleep!