I didn't get my laundry done today. Someday I will be rich enough to own my very own washer and dryer. A set I won't have to share with anyone. This is one of my dreams.

I did get my filing cabinet put together. It drew blood. I missed the fight somehow though. I just looked down at one point and realized there was blood all over the place, and it was probably mine, since particle board with pine laminate doesn't generally bleed. I went and washed my hands and looked for cuts. I really couldn't tell where the injury was. Finally I found a tiny slit on my thumb. It doesn't hurt, but aparently it's deep enough to hit an enthusiastic vein. So it fought bravely and drew firstblood, but I won. It's now taking up some space on that empty wall in my dining room. I'm quite happy with it.

And yes, I went to Sarah's party. I had a good time, personally. I'm easy to please, though. A little chocolate, a little brie, someone to talk to, and I've had a good time. Sarah was a little disapointed because not a lot of people were there, but I prefer small groups, myself. I got to meet some of the people Sarah writes about in her blog. Andy and I got to fight out the write/talk dispute in person. (I won). Newton called Sarah from Ireland just because he read about her party on her site. A good time was had by all.

The book: as I discussed various computer crimes with my friends, and sent myself some notes via e-mail, it occurred to me that being a writer can implicate you in all kinds of interesting crimes. I've checked out books on poisons from the library. I surf websites about guns. I own a printing of the US Army survival guide. Fun stuff.