My curling iron broke just now as I was trying to get ready for work. I don't mean it simply stopped working, I mean it broke. In half. Luckily I do have another curling iron, but it's one of the tiny-barrel kind, so Diana is not going to have a Good Hair day at work tonight.

Of course it also doesn't help that Titanic was on HBO as I was getting ready. Parts of that movie still make me cry, which plays merry hell with putting on makeup.

The summer heat is starting to get cranked up. I'm going to have to devote some time somewhere into getting something resembling a tan on my legs so that I can wear shorts in public without causing irrepairable eye damage to others from the white glare.

I bought one of those doggie seat belts for Zeus, since he tends to barf when he has to ride for any distance in the crate in the back of the truck. We went for a short drive this afternoon after I got it, and it works well enough, I suppose, though I think it would do much better if I had a normal car. It gets pretty crowded in the front of my little pickup with him sprawled across the seat. His seat belt is just a harness with a loop in the back that the regular car seat belt goes through, and it keeps him from moving around too much and would stop him from getting thrown around in an accident. I'm still not sure if it would be feasible for a longer drive than the five minute one we took. My mother just bought a new car, and I'm itching to get a new one too--a real car with a real trunk and real back seat. But I can't see being able to swing it until this fall or so. Arrg.

And the writing is finally going well again. I resurrected a story that I'd let fall by the wayside this past January, and it's really coming together. I think I only have another thousand words or so to put into it, and then I'll be able to fiddle with the structure of it. I want to get this done--or at least the first draft done--in the next week so I can show it my various People and have them rip it to shreds. Joy!