*Moo Tators!* Sorry, inside joke. For all and any who are wondering about my current affairs, I don't have any. Sorry, bad humor seems to be running rampant tonight. I need to do a timed writing and get some of the brown water out. Brown water is what I call the muddled jumbled brain waste, the cluttered coalesced incoherent cload or puddle (hence brown water) that sits on top of ones brain making it difficult or impossible to make intelligent sense. I get rid of this waste by doing timed writings where I can say/do/write about anything that I want to, un-edited for the allotted time. It really helps, I highly recommend it.

Today was a big push to re-work my website. I spent hours redoing it, and learned a ton about html script. By the stopping point I was checking entire pages of script for errors. It was a fantastic feeling. Tomorrow I'll try to finish it up, varifying content and such. I really want to start another chapter of Savage Eden tomorrow. My procrastinate bug is pissing me off, I'll squish it with words on the page asap.

I've re-connected with my crit group. I was on extended hiatus during the christmas season during my christmas crush. Now I'm back in action, critting when asked, and as cheeky as ever. Poor crit members. ;-)

I've got a job interview on monday. I'm excited about the prospects. It's working for a wonderful non-profit organization that is doing some really great and necessary work. While it's an administrative position, I still feel like I could help in some tangible way. *Fingers crossed* Although I'm really trying not to worry about it. My philosophy? If I was meant to work there, and we were really a good fit...then I'll get the job. If not, then it's for the best. Either way, I'll keep on ticking.

My mom got back from London tonight. Thank God, I missed her tons. It was fine without her here (other than the missing her part) until today when my step-dad, the ogre, yelled at my friend (who's staying with me for a little while) for not folding my step-dads underwear before putting them in the laundry basket from the dryer. I know, it makes no sense. I would never touch let alone fold my friend's dad's underwear. Yuck. He hardly knows the guy. But if you knew my step-dad, you'd understand. He's one of those people who were born as, lived as, and will always be an asshole. Sorry if you read this mom, but you know I'm not lying. He's mean to people. For no reason other than to be mean. But that's enough of my life wasted thinking about that sore pudder. Let the Oger live in his world, and I'll live in mine. But if he's ever mean to my friend again and I'm around, let's just say I won't be quiet.

Onto better and brighter things. I'm extremely excited about the 2 year novel writing course. I've put together a couple of databases to help me stay organized and explore my characters more deeply. I've started using the databases on Savage Eden, and it's so much clearer for me now. I'd pass it along to everyone I know except it's done in Microsoft Works. That's the only database software on my computer. It serves it's purpose. I'm not complaining. I just wish I could post copies on my website for folks to download, that's how helpful they've been. Maybe that'll be my next project. To find a way...hmm.

Well, it's late and I'm tired. I'm going to run along kiddies. Off I go to the monkey show.