Actually, it's more of a renewed addiction: OPI's Lincoln Park After Dark nail polish. It's a wonderful shade of purple that is so dark it's almost black. I'd call it Eggplant. They've got a new shade, Lincoln Park At Midnight, that is exactly the same except with a little bit of shimmer. Yeah, it's a little bit goth and a little bit dangerous, and I like it. It's just how I roll.
Working on a new story. I don't want to say much about it yet ... but I might have some good news soon. Maybe. I don't want to jinx myself.
Speaking of no news, my mail lady is still delivering only bills, magazines, and junk mail. No rejections and no acceptances. How the hell am I supposed to buy World Series of Poker 2007 for the XBox 360 if I don't hear anything? Bah!
Sad news: Ken's grandmother passed away yesterday. She was in the nursing home, and we all knew it was coming, but still. Death sucks. (I love that I'm a writer and can't be any more eloquent than that. Yeah, that's sarcasm.) So another trip to the Quad Cities, which will make three trips in a little over a month.
Going to go do cycling at the gym tonight, and tomorrow I'm going to try to do Yoga Booty Ballet at home. It depends on travel plans. This extra ten pounds I've found has got to go.