easalle showed up around seven, and we went over the latest bit of The Necromancer's Prayer. Not much, just a fragment. I was stuck on where I was going to go, but by the time she'd shown up, I had smashed past that block (by the simple expedient of just writing whatever stupid next line came into my head) and had just one blank left to fill in: something that Randy was using as an example. She's so very good at the getting into the heads of males. I can write decent males by imitation, but when I really need to get into their heads, I need someone to seriously help me. The solution was delightful, yet still PG-13 or lower (though the source-movie for the pop culture reference is so R).
I got busted for cackling in the library. Ooops. It probably would have looked better if there had been a whole huge group of us around the table, rather than just the two of us leaning over the computer.
We had a fun Coco's night; discussion of Mr. Shallow ensued. Heh. Heh.
The general fun was dampened slightly by me saying some of the wrong things on the way home, but life happens. Agh. I just wish so much of life wasn't interspersed with me putting my foot in my mouth...
