I finally cleaned my fishtank after a week of putting it off. I realize this isn't the sort of snappy detail that's going to grab most readers, but it's all I've done today besides eat a couple of donuts for breakfast and finish Eat Cake, by Jeanne Ray. I had a delicious night's sleep: 11PM to 9:40 this morning. It's almost unheard of for me to sleep past 8AM, especially with the neighbors' ongoing construction, but miracles do happen occasionally.
Eat Cake was cute, but nothing to write home about. It's about a woman whose hubby loses his job, her estranged father moves in with her family, her daughter is a typical bitchy teen, and she starts baking cakes to save the family's livelihood. Yay. Sweet, empty of heavy messages, and entertaining enough to turn over a few hours.
Went to the library yesterday to return Amadeus and I picked up The Sixteen Pleasures, by some guy (looking for the book)...Robert Hellenga. Reference Diva assures me that it's one of the best examples of a man writing from a woman's perspective. I'll be interested to see if it lives up to Michael Cunningham's stunning The Hours, my favorite man-writes-as-woman book eva!
This afternoon it looks like comfort movies abound. USA is playing Bring it On, Bring it On Again, and then...tadaaa...Coyote Ugly. None as good as Resident Evil or Deep Blue Sea, but they'll do in a pinch.
TV: Bring it On
CD of choice: Afterglow...Sarah McLachlan
In my head: Sunshine and daisies.