I should have caught myself ...

Whoa. It's Friday already. How did that happen? I mean, what have I done this week? I'm going to go out on a limb and say "nothing". *blink, blink* Just about the best I can say for myself is that I watched most of last night's shows. Wow. Just, wow.

I did read a book.
Book #85 - Living Dead in Dallas (Sookie Stackhouse #2) by Charlaine Harris - Seriously, guys, these books are just fun. Sookie isn't the angst queen. She doesn't implode with sexual frustration too often. She's just your regular telepathic barmaid. Anyway. Sookie gets loaned out to a vampire nest in Dallas to help them find a missing nest-mate. Bill travels with her, Eric shows up, Sookie gets to let her inner demon scream in fury. Not literally. Because, ouch. Yep, fun books.

Uggh. I'm tired.

I was reading one of my unfinished stories from ... actually, I don't know when I started it. Yeah. Well, I was reading it and it has a lot of promise. I'm mighty tempted to go back and finish it up. That would be fun. Except that then I wouldn't be writing on either of the other two that I'm in the middle of. Boo. Oh, the agonies of decision making.

Whatever. I'm not doing anything tonight.
And on that note, I'm out. Later.