The problem is mostly that my attention is off. The boy and I have been waiting a week to hear about an apartment we really like. The rental agent seems pretty clueless. I hate being in the dark, especially about something as major as where I will be living for the next year if not more.
In the past week or so I've become addicted to the Lemony Snicket books. I keep thinking I'm going to get sick of them and then he sneaks in some new twist and I want to know what happens next. It's not brilliant writing, but it's darn good junk food. But now I am at the end of number 5 and I can't get 6 used and they are far too expensive. *sighs*
I think I will go write some more of Bad Luck Boy. Six chapters done, two more to go.