This morning I dished with a co-worker about the awesome wonders and devastating difficulties of writing.
Then we drank some coffee and I read him and all my other co-workers their Chinese horoscopes. The bad guys called in sick due to the cold. So nobody needed saving.
Did you know that in Chinese astrology, I am a Metal Cock? Look, it had to be said.
Mid-morning at Mission: Bookstore, an 86-year-old almost-deaf woman from Baton Rogue, Louisianna cursed at me on the phone and made me frustrated enough to snap back at her 86-year-old self.
Tonight, I will eat pizza and drink beer with Mio Marito before we take in the brassy folk-rock stylings of The Decemberists.
But right now, I have to go wash some frosting out of my hair.
I am Vesuvius and it really did need to be said.