Word count: 38,500. Almost there. I veer between pride nd frustration. There have been days where I’ve just plain wanted to spend my time doing other things rather than write.

Started “The Master and Margarita” this week and it’s a wonderful book, just as good as everyone says. He must have known it would be banned. It’s just audacious. Good fun.

Last night Ryan drove us over to the new Trader Joe’s and we stocked up on lots of goodies, then we went back here and made enchiladas, drank beer and watched “Thank God It’s Friday.” It was on WE (the women’s channel). O boy. It was terrible, but completely enjoyable on a pure trash level. Jeff Goldblum as a suave womanizer was a howl. The writing and directing was umm about 75% inept I’d say. Lotsa fun. Ryan is really something when he gets going. He gets a little hyper. He’s fun though. It’s nice to meet someone who really seems exited to hang out and spend time with you.

Tomorrow Andy & I have the day off, at the same time! “Bowling For Columbine” at Pipers Alley and margaritas/dinner at Las Pinatas. Tasty.

I’m in a CD buying mood. But I work today. Very shortly.