Queer · and · Loathing · in · America

I have too many icons, and I think a trimming is in order of the ones I rarely use.

I slept deeply and well last night, which was nice. I have to work really late tonight, so being wide awake this early is a bit of a concern. Ah, well. I think I might clean the windows today. They are filthy.

Paul returned night before last from a weekend at the Tennessee Williams Theater Festival in Provincetown, and I am wearing the incredibly comfy Ptown sweatshirt he bought me. There's a load of clothes in the washer, I am still on my first cup of coffee, and the day stretches endlessly before me. I do have a lot of things I want to get done today (have tomorrow off, yay) and once I am functional, I have to work on a short story that was due yesterday but the editor graciously gave me an extension to today since I had to work all day yesterday. There's actually a lot that I want to get done before the end of this month; at the end of this month I have to start seriously working on Chanse V. That gives me this entire month to wrap up all those annoying little odds and ends that have been hanging over me for quite some time. It's always good to have a plan, don't you think? Anyway, I am hopeful that this will work out for me. If I stick to the plan, I should be free and clear of everything by Halloween and can completely focus on writing the Chanse book and not have to deal with the complete and total madness of trying to write a book in ten weeks like I did this past spring.

NEVER again.

Jean Redmann and I also made a deal the other night; if I can land an agent by the end of the year she will buy me dinner at our favorite Snug Harbor. YAY. If a Snug Harbor burger and baked potato with fried 'shrooms as the appetizer won't motivate me into trying to get an agent, I don't know what will, you know.

I also need to send out an email about my signings at Garden District Books and the one at Outwrite the next weekend--although the Outwrite signing has me more than a little nervous. I have heard of gasoline shortages throughout the south; last night on CNN I saw a story about gasoline retailing for over $8 a gallon in Atlanta. WHY is this not more of a major story? Is the media not covering this story to forestall a nation-wide panic, I wonder? It's definitely possible. Any word out there on this situation, Constant Reader?

Sigh.

Definitely must get caught up on everything over the next two days, methinks.

Must also brave the grocery store and make it to the storage place today; I've had two boxes in the trunk of the new-to-me car for several days now. It also bugs me that I haven't named the car yet; I always name my cars. But something hasn't popped into my mind or occurred to me as of yet, so....