August 26th, 2006

A Pocket Full of Murder


There are all kinds of things I could write about if my brain were functioning, but right now I feel like I need another week to recover from my vacation. I'm not sorry we went, but I slept horribly every night, had two days of back and shoulder pain, and am now looking at a small mountain of laundry that is very depressing.

Oh, and we have no milk in the house, so I have to do some shopping.


More later, I hope.

(Oh, and the amount of work I got done on Knife? Nil. The laptop didn't even make it out of its bag. I don't know why I thought that I might actually have some spare time.)