Well, it's Friday night and here I am trying to get some writing done.

It's not really working. Drew Carey (sp?) distracted me for a while. I don't really like the show all that much, but it reminds me of my brothers, who do. Just like M*A*S*H reminds me of my Dad. I don't think other family members really have TV shows I associate with them. I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing. And I wonder what TV show reminds them of me.

I was very happy a few weekends ago because I cleaned up my livingroom. Absolutely everything in the room was in the right place. Well, last weekend I decided to wash the slipcover on the Ugly Couch. Sadly, it's still sitting in a pile on my floor next to the vacuum. I left the vacuum there for a reason... it was so I wouldn't forget to vaccuum something, but now (of course) I can't think of anything else in the house that really would benefit from a vaccuum. (I can spell that word yet a third way if you give me some time.) Anyway, every time I walk through my living room I look at it and try to decide if I should put it away, but then I always remember that it was supposed to remind me of something, and then I can't remember what, and I get distracted trying to think of it. So I figure I'll leave it there till I remember.

I think tomorrow it had better go.

I have big plans for tomorrow. I'm going to organize my home office. Really, I am. There's an electrician that's going to come look at something I broke, and he'll probably show up right about the time I've tossed everything out of the office and into the dining room. He'll be horrorfied.

Books: I'm trying to get up the courage to tackle this other book. I think instead I'll take a few minutes to read "Zen and the Art of Writing" -- it usually does a good job of reminding me that I actually like to write. (Or as they say... I like to have written. The actual writing process is kind of painful.)

So hi. I don't feel like blogging, but I am anyway because some long-distance friends are beginning to doubt my existence. "Hey, do you still exist or were you just the result of a bad drug trip?" Not that any of my friends do drugs, of course. Or that I might in any way be compared to a bad drug experience.

Ok, I'm going to stop digging the hole deeper.

Sarah is going away for a month. I'm sure if you read her blog you'll know where. Anyway, guess who gets to take care of the cats. Yeah. She's trying to bribe me to spend time with them (instead of just dropping off food every few days) by pointing out that she has cable, and thinks I should try it out. I think she heard I'd never lived in a home that had MTV. (Why in the world would I want MTV?)

Also, she expects a complete manuscript of my book waiting on her kitchen table when she returns. How am I supposed to do that if I'm petting cats and flipping through 500 channels?

Also, I have now begun the arduous task of rewriting this thing, trying to make it good as opposed to just... well, on paper. It seems after nearly a year I still can't make one particular conversation have the kick it needs and you know what? I'm still missing a title. I'll tell you the working title though, just for kicks. I'm calling it, "The Flight of the Eris Malc -- and what happened after."

Posting from work. It's another late night. I hope to finish things up tomorrow, but who knows. People keep adding meetings to my list of things to do.

Oh, and I was going to take the day off tomorrow, but I guess that won't be happening. Time to go get some sleep.

I haven't had a chance to post here in a while. All I've been doing is working and sleeping. Eating a few times. Can't say I have much else to report this time, but I thought I'd get something up there so that it doesn't look like I dropped off the planet.

Still here. Haven't been abducted by aliens. We all know conspiracies are dumb.