I can't concentrate on a bloody thing today. I can't write html, I can't write about Henry. I can't write about Snapey-poo. I did one load of laundry and ate a chocolate croissant from Zingerman's. Feh and Pah. I am spinning on my little hamster wheel. So busy not doing a damn thing. Yesterday I got the abstract, summary and author bio together for submission to this Spring's The Phoenix Rises Conference in New Orleans. I should just send it off, but I need to let it rest before I re-read it. I watched a pretty boring movie directed by Alan Rickman, called The Winter Guest. One good sex scene. I am really quite bored with Emma Thompson. Maybe I should get a tattoo.
