So I just got off the phone with Rob (he's 21 today!! yaaaay!!) and he reminded me that I haven't posted anything in a while. Therefore, I dedicate this particular blog post entry thingy to him. Woo!

My baby reaper story is going pretty well. I've named him Mortimer, thanks to Nelson, though I think I'm going to call him Timmy. (Morty just sounds like an old Jewish guy to me.) I've got about nine pages, double spaced, so far, and I hope to get maybe twice that by the end of today. I have to turn it in on Friday, so I need more pages, lol. I've decided my other story with the weird family stuff isn't ready for that yet. Or I'm not ready for that yet, anyway.

I just spilled a little tomato soup on my trackpad. Crap.

Anyway, I don't have much more to write about today. Richardson cut our reading down to only 50 pages for Thursday, which makes me super-happy - I'm already at 40, and I thought I was gonna have to read the whole rest of the book. (Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by James Joyce - a good book, so far.)

I probably had better go do homework.