Poetry is not only in words What have I done?

*Posted a new chapter of my fic
*Read lots of lovely reviews for said fic
*Excitedly read and reviewed The Marriage Stone
*Grumble about a particular friend that I shouldn't bother grumbling about
*Started so many games of Civ II and not gotten past 200 BC I should be outlawed
*Procrastinated on memorising a map of the world

I'm going to go and make a coffee. Yes, I've already received the 'tick' of mentioning coffee for this post. Ah, decisions! What shall I make? I had International Roast this morning.. I'm pretty sure it wasn't Bushells, which, imho, is even worse. I have an affectionate love of the badness of International Roast, but that doesn't extend to Bushells. And I have a pretty dislike of Nescafe. I shudder and my eyes narrow whenever I see the label on Eddy's work shirt.

But - I'm not Queen of the universe (not quite yet), although I am going to a meeting later this afternoon.

"Yes. Yes, mum, you do have to wear something."

Stephen and I are taking our mother dearest to a pre-Birthday Birthday dinner. Well, I'm enjoying a good meal out on someone else's tab.

On the other side, I may be soon working at a bookstore!!! My dream job, practically. Back in the day, I used to want to work at Borders, but since I've stopped stalking people there, it no longer has much of an attraction for me. However, Aiden has regrown a bit of a beard! Err, I mean... I don't stalk people that don't know who I am...

Seriously though: Piracy funds terrorism.

*wink*  ¶ 2:03 PM