Instead I have made country spare ribs and sauerkraut (grade: A-, a tad too much mustard) and finished printing out Tissue of Silver. Next I will write, by which I mean futz around pretending to clean my house, listening to Squirrel Nut Zippers, and waiting for my zappos.com shipment, because those crazy bastards had my order in the mail one hour after I placed it last night, and they just randomly decided to overnight it to me, because they're fab like that.
Also, getting up the nerve to set a date for my OCN testing. It's like a Master's in oncology nursing, national certification, and it costs 300 bucks and it's fantastically difficult. So of course I have to go for it, because one thing I've realized in the last year or so is that I'm not happy unless I'm attempting the impossible task that requires years to complete. Or, maybe not happy, but I sure am used to it.
Also also, Ice Breakers Sours are the best things in the world. But if you suck on too many of them in a row? You burn your tongue. Ow.