It's hot out again today, and I'm not feeling terribly ambitious. I may go to the grocery store. Mom was talking about me going to the Entenmann's outlet and getting cookies.
A few hours later: I went out. I went to the Entenmann's outlet. I got sugar-free coconut cookies. I stopped at an AT&T store to inquire why my phone wasn't working right. The associate I talked to said they were doing maintenance on the cell phone towers, that it wasn't my phone. Of course, I got great reception at the AT&T store. I went and got a haircut. I got a new cover for the new Nook. I went to the grocery store, and got the things I wanted, and the things Mom wanted.
I chatted a little with Riah, and I texted a little with WhiteSheepCBD.
Later: Dad and I went out to Capriotti's for a "bobbie." It's a sub with turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce.
I watched the first episode of "Vicious." It was very theatrical. I reread We Feared to Fly. I finished No Haven Beckons. Now I am all caught up. There was more self-flagellation in No Haven Beckons.
Pred got back to me about Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. I was surprised by her OTP, but there's not a lot to choose from.
Pred didn't think I liked filthy slash fic. I wondered how she'd ever gotten that idea. Sometimes I like plot, too, but I've read *all* of Sean Michael's Jarheads novels, and dozens and dozens of his other stories, just to name one author. Someone on the Goodreads Backlot Gay Books forum complained that The Syndicate was one erotic encounter after another. I thought that was the point of The Syndicate. I quite liked it. But for goodness sake, I have read so much filthy slash fic. *So much.* I'm sure I told her that I read a lot of A/B/O fic. *Shrugs* Go figure. I spend sometimes hours a day reading fic that I think of as Not Improving My Mind. I'll get past wondering how she ever got that notion eventually.