I love my jungle

Yes, Leslie, I do have a jungle. My dad gave me a plant stand for Christmas because the table he gave me when I moved wasn't big enough anymore. I'll bring one of Boris's siblings to work tomorrow (Tuesday) for you to give to Kevin. I hope your back is better.

In other news, I have finished Part 1 of my spaceship story. Yippee! I finally figured out how to get where I was going, and now I can move on to Part 2 (which I just decided to write yesterday). So I can print Part 1 for S.S. to read, because I promised. I FEEL SO GOOD ABOUT MYSELF RIGHT NOW! It's been, like, forever since I finished a fiction piece that I was working on. Now that I don't have a boring boy stealing away all my creative juices, I can actually put the stories that are rampaging through my head onto paper (or the computer). Any boy that's going to be in my life has to not suck out my creative energy. So there.

Speaking of boys/men/males... Last Wednesday, S.C. and I went to lunch with three people from the web design firm. We had Vietnamese, which I'd never had before. It was good. And one of the web design people was a good-looking guy about my age. But I behaved properly, and didn't stare at him. There's also a guy that rides my afternoon bus that's attractive to me... Except I'm a chicken. Buck-buck-buck-buck... :>= <-- That's a chicken, in case you couldn't figure it out.

That's it. At least for today. Ciao~