I've done it again! I really need to budget my time better. I'm going to get kicked off shortly, so I'll make this brief.
First, I have to say this. Fishing Nebraska truck bear. Just because I was talking to someone about Google searches, and how great would it be if someone searched that and my site came up.
I had a good productive day off today. Still don't have a mailbox, though. Seems you have to have an address in order to sign up for one at the post office (no matter how many times you say, "but that's why I need a box, I can't get mail here", they won't bend). So I'll either do the general delivery thing, or pony up the money at MBE. Or I may write a letter to myself at work, then take it in as proof of address. Ooo. That seems sneaky and brilliant.
No swimsuit yet; searching WalMart tonight. Okay, now it sounds like my day wasn't productive. But it was, I swear! I turned in all my crappy novels and got a whole new batch of crappy novels. Strange that I brought tons and tons of real, deep, non-fiction books, and still all I read is crap. I bought a comic book. Just one. I'm limiting myself. And, showing great restraint, I am waiting until tonight to tear into it. (I passed up Grendel for a back issue of Danger Girl; more semi-mindless crap, but I love it!!)
What else... went to have tea, but the place was packed! No tables to be had for at least an hour, and this before noon on a weekday. Must go back there, it must be fabulous. It's called the Mad Hatter, and there is a little one across the street from my work, but this is the big one in St. Mary's.
And the big news. I finished my tank top. Finally. And it sucks as much as I feared. The back hangs down to my knees, the front threatens to get me a ticket for indecent exposure, and I could easily fit another small person in there. But the shape is fabulous! And you can barely tell where I fucked up on the cables. Oh well, I'll wash it in hot hot water and hope rayon shrinks. Pictures will follow, even if they suck.
Okay, they are glaring at me. Now I am off to start my low tech sweat (although now, all I really want is the Rogue hoody Rachael is working on. Damn her).