Nasty, Brutish, and Short

I anticipate a late night, my lovelies, though I may crap out and take the early train to Sleepytown.

Work today (still not stressful, this is good), and then the company Holiday Party. Late, yes, but I'm told they didn’t have it until February last year... Free food, and some pleasant socializing, and I got to see the space where I'll be working next week (and for as long thereafter as I work for the company). I didn't get home until around 8, and then I called Meg, who's had some family upheavals and needed to talk. Thus, I didn't call Amily. I am not a bad friend! I am trapped by circumstance!

Around 9 I went to Pergolesi and finished re-reading Ender's Shadow. So good, and I noticed a lot more on the second read. Then I finished The Ethical Slut, which was good, and quite a bit... smarter? deeper? than I'd expected. I eavesdropped on some people (just doing my writerly duty), and observed some pretty interesting body language between a man and the woman he was hitting on. I wrote a nice, saddish poem which I'll call either "Mid-Winter" or "Turning Cold"-- I'm leaning toward the latter.

Now I'm home... answered some email, read some journals, wrote this. I want to watch The Simpsons at 11 because I need some more vegetative down-time (and they sometimes show episodes so old that I haven't seen them before). I want to write some fiction after that, but I don't know if that'll happen. Then again, I usually spend my last hour before bed reading, and I'm between books now (except for King Rat, which I'm just not in the mindset for), so I might as well write something...

This is a short entry, I know. Forgive me? I'll do better next time. I tell you that as a promise.