Well, I was going to wait until this evening to post an entry, and talk about how the psych eval went, but I noticed that my counter was at 29961, and figured I ought to put something up before it went over 30000. Hate for all those counts to just be people coming here and saying, "Jeez! Is she ever going to post??"

Yesterday was a lot of fun. I went for a long ride on the back of a Harley. I now have this insane itch to learn how to ride/operate a motorcycle. There's really no better way to see the world/city/country than from a bike. You're right out there in the middle of it, no glass or metal in the way, every smell and every sound right there with you. I did some riding with my brother up in Washington state last summer, and I can't think of a better way for me to have seen that part of the country.

On the writing front, I'm still waiting to hear back from the Avon anthology. It's been over four months now. That's ridiculous. Also, I never heard anything back on the query I sent to Baen regarding my novel. That was sent three months ago. Have I dropped off the face of the earth and just not known it? Of course I'm also a bit behind in sending stories out that actually have come back. I think next week is going to be a bit more settled, and I'll be able to take care of ucky business-type stuff.

I wanted to take a nap after I got home from work this morning, since my appointment for my psych thingummy is at 3:30 today, and, well, that's way past my normal bedtime. But when I flaked out on the couch (I was afraid to sleep in the bed for fear of oversleeping and missing my appointment) that damn dog of mine kept trying to get on the couch with me to cuddle. And his idea of "cuddle" was to lie on top of me. Ye gods, this dog weighs well over 80 pounds now, and that was NOT conducive to sleeping. He finally got the message after I kicked him off about seven times, but then only let me sleep about two hours before beginning to whine for me to wake up and play with him.

Spoiled rotten, he is.

And I'm sorry, Samantha, but you're whining about only having four hours of sleep?? Good grief, woman. I exist on four to six hours of sleep every night during my work week. I've learned that I can function through a shift if I have at least two. One thing that graveyard has taught me, is that sleep is for wusses. ;-)