Sunday night

Mood: Tired. Really zonked
Hair: Big hair clip at the back
Listening to: Was listening to Revival in Belfast (Robin Mark), but it ended, so I'm listening to the computer hum and the piggies drinking water in the other room

First, my resolution for this week is to stop feeling sorry for myself.

Second, that resolution is self-preservation: The Beast is about 2,000 miles from here, so I'm "The Grownup" for the week. Which truly is beastly.

Third, preteen boys are weird. I knew that when I was a preteen girl, but I never understood just HOW weird. Note to self: put away clean clothes immediately. Do not leave them lying in a laundry basket in temptation's sight.

Fourth, I have to go to school tomorrow and ask someone in authority what to do about a kid who is apparently thwacking at my kid on the bus "every day" (huh, yeah, ok) and calling him bad names, including the big mofo. Nice. He lives in our subdivision somewhere; can I just set his house on fire? No? Rats.

Fifth, the Packers lost. Randy Moss is a complete moron, and needs to be beaten about the head and neck by large antlered creatures with wings and sharpened hoofs (hooves?). Oh, and can someone please tell him that he's not the center of anyone's universe except his own? Althernative punishment: lock him in a room with Ron Artest and 800 folding chairs for a week without food or water.
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I spent most of the afternoon today recompiling my List Authors and their books. It's depressing: I think I'm up to close to 80 Must Read Authors, most of whom are series mystery writers. I've got another 9 to add, plus any from last year. So far, the total number of books is 1298. It'll be over 1400 when I'm done. That's everything they've written. I've probably read around 20% of the titles. And I haven't checked to see what they've all published in 2004...

If I took Bill Pronzini, Robert Parker and Lawrence Block off the list, I'd be down to an even 1,000 (Pronzini alone has 168 titles!).

This post is sure to be used at my sanity hearing....

But the reason for all this list-making is that I have had no fiction books around to read for awhile. I need to read some lightweight, genre, non-thought-provoking books instead of my recent diet of "good for me" books that require slogging. Following that spirit, I brought home five mysteries from the library today! Yippie.

And now I'm taking one of those mysteries upstairs and running a hot bath, putting in my orange and bergamot bath salts, and soaking till I'm almost asleep. Then I can climb into my bed--which has NEW SHEETS on it--and be comatose until 5:30 tomorrow morning.

Good night.