Futility

So help me, I'll never in a thousand years take on another writing job involving the World of Darkness. To get any work done on this thing, I've had to convince myself that I'm actually working on a supplement for Ten Thousand Bullets.

Split Decisions

Day 6 without a soda. Came close to breaking today, once at the office, once while out to lunch with Tegyrius. Drinking so very much water instead.

Three-day weekend coming up. No real plans - lots of writing, probably. Weather's not going to be conducive to doing anything outside.

According to a local TV station, Pamela Anderson has written a letter to my state's governor complaining about a bust of Colonel Harlan Sanders (Kentucky Fried Chicken's founder, for those of you who don't know) being in the state capital. Kinda funny - a silly bird with artificially oversized breasts going to bat for silly birds with artificially oversized breasts.

And on that note, I'm off to bed. Probably for the best.