The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Well, Tuesday's over. Well, it isn't, but it is. I am going to collapse and nap now. I think I did well. Now for Corporate's favorite game, Hurry Up And Wait. In this instance, it's because we have to have a background check come back before they will contract us to any store. Yawn, zzz. Boring.

Oh, and I had to pay cash for lunch for Tina and me because the stupid waiter said I could get no change on a $50 gift cert (or even a balance to use next time) for a $22 ticket. Not wasting more than half of it!

Gods I'm tired.

Got the marked copy of my edited thesis draft back. Wicked quick, that, but it was not a deep reading.  I'm supposed to be prepared to defend it in December, assuming I stay here. How does one defend a short story collection? "I thought it was pretty" ?

Write me stuff. Verily I am out of books, yea, and my fansites and 'zines do not comfort me. Nor does re-reading Diana Wynne-Jones, and Rowling can just go snuff it.

Wow, high heels and a Wonderbra bring out the spoiled brat in me. I think it's the pain inherent in corsetry...