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Yesterday, indeed, got fuller. But not in an entirely bad way. So I'm learning to be content with whatever happens. Not an easy feat, let me just say.

Today I have to work from 1 to close, even though I requested a month ago not to work on Mondays. It's okay. Kelly's been really great about all my other requests, so I'm letting it go. I did find out, though, that closing is at 6 tonight, b/c of Memorial Day. Fantas-tic!

Making myself go to the gym in about an hour. Not that I'm particularly jazzed about that. But I have a trainer session tomorrow with Bo (his name still cracks me up, b/c it is so perfect) and I want to do at least a little cardio to be warmed up after three days of non exercise.

At the moment I'm looking at my bottle of Tabasco that Dan and Wayland bought and colored green b/c they couldn't find the Green kind for me. It's making me all nostalgic for beginning of second semester. The pictures from OC are HYSTERICAL. Alanna and Mimi were there, and now I'm super depressed I wasn't. But it's okay-- had things to take care of at home.

Not much to report in the way of doing anything with my life. Writing has been scarce, and mostly journaling. Incredibly lame. Been taking a lot of pictures though, so that's something. Have gotten no farther in either of my novels. Maybe I'll take White Noise to the gym and read on an elyptical. That won't be difficult. Crying of Lot 49 and Phone Rings finally came on Saturday. I'm excited!

Go listen to Ottmar Liebert and feel Spanish.

H.