Thorax-and-a-bog. Four-yacks-and-a-dog.

Lucinda is off to LBF Books and Blindside Publishing, both electronically.  I’m considering Mundania, but they want the entire manuscript.  Not gonna get done today.

I should really write to Andy. 

Also considering an entry for The Field Guide to Surreal Botany.  It sounds kind of fun.

Or maybe, I’ll go play some Oblivion.

We’re only serving humble pie, Whatchamazog.

If what this says is true, kudos to Wendy’s!  And I hope it tastes good.  I was dealt a devastating blow recently when I realized that Totino’s Party Pizzas had 8g of trans fat.  8g!  While I’m not as concerned about trans fat as Eric, the thought of 8g in my lunch makes me a little scared.

On one hand, Hugh Jackman and Ian McShane.  On the other Woody Allan.  I am conflicted.

I am also very tired, not feeling well, and needing to get to work.  I blame PMS.  I would like a day of continued mindless internet surfing broken by occasional naps.  Unfortunately I will have to settle for caffeine-powered writing and market research.  I have two bits to fix this morning and I’d like to compile a couple more possible markets for all books.