marxdarx to retrieve the Little Fayoumis. Leisurely afternoon. Read some Strangers in Paradise (Volume 1). As if it were not yet proof enough that the former Joan-prime is more and more alien to me, Francine-with-Freddy is no longer me. In fact, I'm identifying more and more with Katchoo now, only without the sordid past.
Started up some bread. I had an incredible headache, the sort that's related to nasal congestion. I did the "Welcome to my sinuses" sneezing this morning, and though there was not much to sneeze out, what did sneeze out was truly disgusting. I'm glad that I'm largely unaffected.
Yesterday I read Shards of Honor (Bujold) and then some pure trash -- Wicked Widow, Amanda Quick (well-written romance novel). I like those because it's not PWP, there's actually a reason for the hero and the heroine to meet. It reads reasonably well the second and third time, though I doubt I'd read it again within the year unless I need some fluff to fill my time.
Finance crunch, mild. Still an ow, though. Yay for parentals? I'm not feeling guilty about the palmtop, though, because I know how organized I am in its presence, and how organized I am in its absence. Sadly, this version of the Palm OS does not seem to have "floating events" in the datebook. *sigh* Ah well.
Went shopping with
votania; got essentials & so forth. I'm plotting to make her co-worker who thinks I'm hot some spotted dick. Hee, hee. 
