also got a history of Ireland, to cleanse my intellectual conscience

• Why bigger isn't always better:
  
• Jury duty was WELL worth the price of admission. The case was interesting, too.
• Wood Nymph Seeks Centaur: A Mythological Dating Guide = fascinating. All the rage at my place of work these days, 'cause I read it within hours of release and have been hand-selling it ever since. For what it's worth, I'm a Banshee. Who's surprised?
• Speaking of work...it's really not a happy place to be lately, and it's not going to get any better for a while. No money means distinctly uncomfortable conditions.
• I made a huge, borderline-revolting breakfast/dinner last night: scrambled eggs, snausage, cinnamon toast. Don't get me wrong; it was truly delicious, but I used 3 pans and spread crumbs and dried egg and snausage grease throughout the kitchen. It took a good hour to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen afterward.
• My computer is on its last leg. Not even "legs." Limping and dragging. Snarling. Coughing. Taking long naps. Must bite the bullet and order a new one. Maybe Thanksgiving weekend?
• I don't remember the last time I turned on my TV. Tuesday, for NCIS? Must've been. I'm quite out of touch. I don't mind.
• Contemplating another tattoo at Christmastime.
• I'm putting off composing an email message to write this. Not that I don't want to, but just to experience the delicious anticipation of the response for a little longer. Acknowledging it makes me nervous, so I'm just going to do it.