Here and there again

I just ate a slice of blueberry cake. It was quite tasty. I'm listening to Bobby Darin on my iTunes. Today, I wear beige slacks and an off-white button-down shirt, long-sleeved (sleeves rolled up). The very picture of workplace respectability, quietly grooving.

To my left, a stack of manuscripts. Six wait in my inbox. To my right, three more, unclaimed, untouched. They'll just have to wait. Maybe today's not their day. Then again, this is a holiday weekend, since I took Monday off, making it a tidy four-day weekend. Muahaha! So maybe I'll be more industrious than I otherwise would be on a Friday. I used a red pen for the month of June. For July, my choices are:

1. Green
2. Blue
3. Purple

Yeah, I don't use pencils. Just inkpens. When I make a change, there's no going back. I'm thinking July should be blue, but we'll see what I ultimately do. I never know what I'm going to do until I do it.

Tomorrow, I get a haircut -- I know I was going to grow it out longer (for anybody who remembered that post, long ago, or bothered to read it). But I think it's important to get a good cut before growing hair at all longer, or else it'll look like ass, right?

Hope the Americans reading this find their July 4ths to be liberating.

Vesper and Maddy: you both have a great Canada Day, whatever that entails! What do you eat? How do you celebrate such a day? I like to know these things.

And anybody else, well, you all have good weekends, too.

I plan to get a lot of writing done, and to avoid getting ticketed for having a soon-to-be out-of-date parking sticker. I sent the requisite money and forms in to City Hall, but you know bureaucratic inertia. If I get ticketed, I'll be pissed.

Now I'm not quite so happy as I was. Now I'm lonely and sad. Hmph. I probably could use a nap -- felt like I didn't get enough sleep last night.