I didn't plan to mention it, but what the hell.

It was another fun-filled and productive day today. I am apparently sinking back into depression slightly. I base that on the fact that I spent most of the day reading Little Women (backwards, don't ask me why), playing Solitaire, reading Survivor, and eating cookies.

However, I would rather have an answering machine that just shouts "NO!" than an actual job. Particularly not a job doing data entry for medical billing across town. But pretty quick I'm going to be telling them that my availability is 3:00 pm to 3:15 pm on alternate Thursdays.

Got a rejection from Leading Edge. Based on the comments included in their reviews, I am pleased by this fact. I don't know much about publishing, but I do know that I don't want to publish at a magazine where they don't know what a fairly common word and one that only has one meaning in context is; where they consider the relationship between the main character and the father to be a normal love/hate relationship (abuse isn't normal, actually); and where they ask what the point I am trying to get across with the story is (believe me, I had several people read it cold and they got it, and they're not editors). I mean, seriously. I state the point, rather than simply alluding to it.

The point? Hubris is WRONG.

So I promptly got pissed and have decided to submit to some of the most difficult markets in the country. Not that I, er, could use a lesson in hubris and its wrongness. Or, you know, anything.

It's pretty straight forward.

Also, I found a new Pulp song today that I did not suspect I had.

EDIT: I also have a hopefully interesting essay coming up. Maybe this weekend. Apparently, I'm doing website work this weekend. A lot of it.

I, um, am just trying to satisfy my need that not everything I post be boring-ass recountings of my day. Because my days are boring in the extreme. So either I'll put up an essay or I'll make shit up and see if anyone notices. And if I have to, I'll fall back on Cheneyquiddick jokes.

EDIT TO THE POWER OF EDIT FOR lzz and hilarityallen:
Dear Subconscious:

I DO NOT FANCY LUCIUS MALFOY AT ALL, AND PARTICULARLY NOT LIKE THAT.