Holy crap, March is almost over! And not a moment too soon, I say. I don’t know anybody who had a good March this year (although mine started picking up about halfway through).
I’m having my Sunday afternoon ritual at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. I wasn’t going to get a drink, but when I walked in, the place was empty and I felt guilty… No idea if any of my other writer friends are going to show up, but that’s okay. It’s good to get out of the home office once in a while, you know? Ken helped me figure out the final thing that was bugging me about the story I’m working on, so I’ll finish it today.
A girl just sat down on the sofa near me wearing a long blue top with black polka dots and black plastic pearls and a big belt and black capri pants. Except for the fact that her belt is shoved up under her boobs, it’s an outfit straight out of the 80s. I’m pretty sure I wore it.
I think she would not appreciate me pointing out that fact.
I think I don’t want to think about the fact that I want to walk up to people and tell them I wore the same fashions 20 years ago.
Currently Reading: Tell Me What You See, Zoran Drvenkar
Lately Listened To: Mighty Rearranger, Robert Plant & the Strange Sensation
Recently Watched: Torchwood