Man, I'm too antsy to sit still at work today. Haven't had a thing to do for the last almost week. Gah! And tomorrow's Thanksgiving! And the sooner I get out of here, the sooner I get to see Dave. Making potato soup for dinner. Laundry.

I know I'm antsy when I play Pandora Roulette. I keep jumping between stations, can't make up my mind. Currently, it's "Welcome to the Black Parade" station. Awesome song played first, terrific anthem; check it out:

Famous Last Words, by My Chemical Romance

I like my coffee. And I like my whiskey. But sometimes I like my coffee and my whiskey to get down and boogie.

I was accused of being sappy.

I have no defense. 

And I'm happy! So ... who cares?!

I'm writing poetry at work (not sappy poetry, a witty come-back to my grandfather's witty, poetic inquisition - about said subject of sappiness). It's only Thursday, but it's a slow Thursday. I'm glad I don't have much to think about today - not really feeling up to it. I'm rather tired.

I've been writing a lot more lately. The ideas are edging their way in (and there's NaNo...) and I keep finding myself drawn to them. Ridiculous ideas, granted, but they're a start. The more I work on this writing stuff, the easier (and hopefully better) it will get. Because I really need something better than "The Reproductive Habits of Lagomorpha Leporidae Pulvilagus" (more commonly known as Dust Bunnies).