Too late...meaning too late at night!
I had a wonderful conversation with D for the last two hours....I get up and look in my fish tank at the 15 baby snails (that I now have because my snails are hornier than sailors) and what else do I see??? FISH LICE! How does this shit happen to my fish?? My fish that are socially retarded and that I don't even really like except for the fact that I've had them for almost one whole socially retarded year. So, the treatments begin....at midnight. I could be reading about Sophie and Phin and almond oil, but no....I'm treating parasites. It's my own fault for not cleaning the tank more. I'm a bad mother.
In other news I've taken the headlong leap into full-on trashy romance. As soon as I finish Welcome to Temptation I'm going to start The Pleasure Master, by....get this...Nina Bangs! NINA BANGS!!! This provided me with big honkin' laughs all day long. I've never read a book with nipples on the cover, but I want to fully experience the difference between good romance and sucky romance...between good sex scenes and sucky...umm, bad...sex scenes. It's all in the spirit of research you see. You see...don't you?
On TV: That show with Uma Thurman as a chick-cop.
Music: Rascal Flatts...Fast Cars and Freedom
Reading: Welcome to Temptation, by Jennifer "I'm almost a Goddess" Crusie
In my head: Total disgust for fish lice.