faster pussycat... type! type!

So, it's good to know I am not the only one not writing. I'm still going to keep at thinking about writing. Like Loon says, there could be a 30,000 word weekend in my future.

According to Elle, they do have unicorns in Canada. But this is news to me. She never mentioned them before. I'm going to require photographic evidence. According to William, he is not allowed to talk about the unicorns to outsiders like me, even tho I begged and promised to be his best friend and make him cookies. We are still in negotiations. He said that frankly, he was shocked to hear that they were even mentioned in the commercial. They are that top secret, I suppose.

I did not make cookies last night, as I was missing the top secret special ingredient. Two times I put on my sneakers to go to the store. And both times I stopped and went back to work on my computer. Once you are snuggled down in the geek butt yoga pants, it's hard to make yourself go back out again.

Tomorrow I will be leaving at the break of dawn for Oregon. It's a business trip. I will be down in Portland all day tomorrow. I don't particularly care for business trips. I don't mind the trade shows so much, because then I am of some use. People always want to talk to tech support. But this kind of trip is not my favorite kind. I've avoided the last couple of trips down there. That's why I am required to go tomorrow. Then I just have to stand around. I have to no real purpose, other than being there. I'm cut off from the mother ship, and I feel panic. I don't want to be there, I want to be back at my desk, with my ergonomic keyboard, connected to the network, doing my job, playing with my toys. Working with purpose. Evildeb loves going down there. She loves being there. I like being here.

I'll have the 50 word fiction up before I go. This week, it's my favorite sin... SLOTH!!