Today I haven’t done much but take a couple of notes, clear my Twitter, rearrange some things…and try to figure out what to call this thing I’m going to start enthusiastically tomorrow.
And demolish the phishers. They don’t have a suitable command of language properties, and I know several. They’re highly uneducated. I’m disappointed. They also don’t realize that my life history means that I know the celebrities they’re trying to be. Sorry, guys. You lose.
Oh, and I had to spend some time loving my babycat boy. Again.
Anyone besides me notice that I have my grandmother’s flabby arms and my other grandmother’s delicate fingers? Go figure. I wonder if I can fix that flabby arm thing?
Let’s call the book something notably weird…like me. 🙂