Think tonight will be another night of reading (with imbibements, of course) on the front porch. So much to read, so much to think about.... Summer, I'm told, is supposed to arrive at some point or another, though I'm increasing skeptical. If anyone has any suggestions on how to avoid work, I'd be pleased to hear them. It's Friday evening, after all-- there should be no such thing as work.

"You play for kittens!?!?" --- Buffy, on learning the stakes in a demon poker game.

"Her skin's so tight, I don't even know how you can look at it." --- Clem on Buffy

I hate working.... Always working.... Or procrastinating, as I guess I am right now. Grumble, grumble, grumble.