Just When You Thought I Had Some Depth
Woke up to the remnants of Lea St. Barth, a fragrance confection of musc, vanilla and almond ... am now sitting in pink nightgown at new computer keyboard (new because last night I bathed old one in diet Coke and it could not take joke) thinking dark thoughts about Karl Rove (note to self: you must get past this). These thoughts are joined by other dark thoughts about need to diet. Must interrupt dark thoughts to go put on sweats and get coffee.
I'm back. Put on more Lea. Now have coffeecup in hand. Take time out to send snarky email reply. Somewhat satisfying. Still, would like a small, cute puppy to kick. Have lots of work. That's good. Get to see Keeter tomorrow. That's good. Jim just turned on FOXnews "just for the weather, just for the weather" but they're blathering on about Harry Potter. I read the first book, saw the movies. They're ok but not life-changing. What is the big deal? Jim walks by with his bowl of oatmeal. Cinnamon. Lots of cinnamon. Why does he use so much cinnamon? Well, it IS his bowl of oatmeal. Bucky has been in an exceptionally good mood lately. Must get to bottom of that. OMG, just looked over at FOXnews on TV, their weatherperson is dressed up as a Hogwarts witch. Oh, for God's sake. Hang on, hang on, Jim can't stand this for long. Surely he will change to CNN any minute. Oh, Karl says Robert Novak told him. Makes perfect sense why the Prince of Darkness cut an early deal with the prosecutor. Doesn't matter, Rove should still be fired and/or lose his security clearance. And be guillotined. OH NO, Jim changed channel to CNN and they are doing rags-to-riches bio of J.K. Rowling. I give up.