I felt like doing absolutely nothing useful or unpleasant today. There was sort of a sense of "Life's too short." So I'm glad I didn't have any interviews scheduled for today. (And enough laundry done that I had something to wear.) Even the productive things I tried to do went all awry. One of those days you just sort of hang up at night and hope for something better tomorrow.

Note to Hallmark: Rhyming sympathy cards are just wrong. I'm sure you're trying to be lyrical and sentimental but really, the days of epic poetry are gone. Please get over it. Then us young-uns who want to send sympathy cards might find one that's not somehow insulting.

Books: I got three pages written for my writing group tonight! I think it's not entirely a sucky beginning, too. Of course, then I printed it out and it only filled up two pages - still not sure how that happened.