Caren Gussoff writer. geek. bon vivant. dot com

Had a nice lunch with @catrambo. Now, back to busy Friday at the day job. Now with 100% more onion breath, that is.

I can see the end of this novella. I just can’t seem to get there.

now he is having a loud and utterly contentless convo with some girl. “SUP? NOTHIN. MY PHONE IS BROKE.” argh

why does the jerko standing next to me insist on calling everyone in his address book to yell at them his phone is broken? why?

And then, just like that, I became hopelessly obsessed with Skyrim.

I suppose I am obligated to state my position on the current snowstorms across the northwest: I am one of the only ones in the office today.

I have to say I actually prefer, with the day job, going into the office over working at home. But don’t wanna tromp thru winter wonderland.

Also nothing wrong with a little Monday morning Dead Kennedys.

Nothing wrong with a little Misfits blasting through your headphones at work.

Also, I am utterly unmotivated to do so, but am going to beat, berate and bribe myself into making an attempt at novella finishing today.

Makes me wonder how also seeing “Zorro, The Gay Blade” a hundred times on HBO as a youngster affected my personality.

If Different Story (World Of Lust And Crime) doesn’t make you want to dance, you have been replaced by a totally un-fun robot.

Today, it’s definitely not you; it’s me.

There’s still time to register for kick ass workshop with @catrambo. Get out of the slushpile and into class: http://t.co/4tEAbWWm

Today’s mystery: why my hands smell like onions. It’s 9:47 AM and the last time I knowingly dealt with onions in any form was last Sunday.

The daily earworm: Big shake on the box car moving, big shake to the land that’s falling down, is a wind that makes a palm stop blowing…

Ow. Tonight’s craft project: making a mouse wrist rest. I have felt and rice at home, and can sew.

Reminder to self: You don’t need a yes from everyone. You only need one.