Some rules should never be broken...

...like being in a grocery store when you're hungry...doubly so when it's 3am and one should be in bed...lest one go in for some cranberry juice and come out a C-note lighter...

Not much to relate in today's wake, other than the aforementioned shopping disaster. Finally ventured out of the house, after about 2 days without setting foot outside, let alone moving my car. Went to get gas, check best buy for an imaginary product I swear they used to sell, and then to barnes and noble for my 2005 Writers Market. Yes, yes...after much ego stroking, cajoling, encouragement, mocking, support, and emotional blackmail, my many (OK, two) proponents have convinced me to give this freelance writing a try. What's the worst that could happen? Aside from shredding my frail ego, starving to death, and having to sell all my worldly (and prized) posessions! Developments on that front as they occur...

Haven't heard from fly girlie Ames yet, wonder when she's going to try and drive? Perhaps she got behind in moving? The mind boggles...

Yawn...screw it, sleepy...off to bed, possibly more updates in the am (well, as soon as I get up) when I'm coherent...

Ciao...