Arrrrrrrrr.

Too bad it's not "Talk like a Pirate" Day. I was doing a massage for a regular client and her regular muscle knots were hiding. I couldn't get the phrase "We know you’re here, Poppet. Come out… and we promise we won’t hurt you. We will find you, Poppet." out of my mind.

Just cracked me right the hell up. Perhaps you had to be there.

Right now, Tribble is purring into my right ear (she's perched behind me on the couch).

Hannah likes the song Flying Teapot off the CB Blue OST CD. (I'm sorry, was that too many abbreviations for you? Let me rephrase: Hannah likes the song Flying Teapot off the Cowboy Bebop Blue Original Soundtrack compact disc. There, better?)

Only 3 more days till we leave for Cape Cod. I wasn't looking forward to it for a while for a number of reasons, but now I am. I wondered today where my sense of enthusiasm went for it; I couldn't figure it out. But now I'm psyched for it. Of course since I'm about to go on holiday, all my beta-peeps are sending me their chapters. Time to post a notice.

Off to beta-read while the linens wash. I still have to work the rest of the week. What the hell; we've got Friday night to pack. Hmm. Maybe I'll nap instead.

P.S. Steve Conte = Johnny Thunder. How cool is that, all you NY Dolls fans?