I was a good girl, I had cereal at home for breakfast and I made a good sandwich and brought it to work with a marinated cucumber salad. GOLD STAR! The sandwich was tuna, and I threw in some dried mustard powder, celery seed, pepper, and sea salt. Yum.

Right now I am sitting here at my quiet desk, contemplating the second cup of coffee which cools on my desk beside me. I finished the crossword puzzle, and my lunch, and I have my Flash window open, ready to superimpose an animated button once my coworker gets back to remind me how to do it.

Flash has never really interested me that much. I have tried to learn it, I have an extremely rudimentary knowledge, but I guess I have never cared that much to turn pro.

I’m wearing my new black flats today, breaking these bitches in, as they say. And by they I mean the people in my car pool. All morning I wore them with “foot petals” on the heels, then realized that the added 1/8″ was changing the fit and pushing my toes into the end of the shoe. They fit fine without the foot petals. I just need to make and heal some blisters. I’m tough. I can do this!!!

Yesterday I was told the name of Spoon’s new record. It’s kind of a big WTF. In fact, I wish they had just gone ahead and called it “WTF” instead. I have for my own purposes decoded the album title as “G major, A minor; repeat five times.”

I have been working on a rewrite of part three, chapter four. I like it. But it relies on a lot of description of place, which cannot be written properly until I have actualy BEEN to Juneau, Alaska. Oh well. Aren’t all Costco stores the same once you get inside?

We listened to the audiobook of “The Areas of My Expertise” in the car this morning. For some reason, the way John Hodgeman says “fuck” is really funny.