I really need to get motivated and list some things on eBay. I've got too much fabric and a couple of costumes that need new homes. Still lazy from the heat, I barely have enough energy to cook dinner and run a load of laundry after work. Speaking of after work, I caught the end of Dr. Phil yesterday; I think part of the fascination (other than the hypnotic shiny chrome dome of his) is that he's a shrink, just like dad. I used to think my dad's work life had to be just like Bob Newhart,(the old Bob Newhart Show from the 70s, not the one where he's an innkeeper) since Bob was a shrink too. I think part of me is hoping that Dr. Phil will say something so earth-shatteringly good that it will improve my life 100fold. So far, he seems to talk about himself a lot. I hate it when shrinks do that to their patients. I'll bet.

The A/C in my car is dead. This is pretty much unbearable in Florida. I have a truck-driver's tan, my left arm is pretty bronze. It's distressing to lose my unhealthy white glow. I was quoted $500 to fix said A/C. Needless to say, I'll be without its chilly goodness for quite some time.

Meanwhile, over at "Am I Period Or Not?", She Hate Me has discovered the pictures I posted there and has declared me a shame to my kingdom. Wow, get a life! First of all, I'm flattered, because she spent the time to track down my pictures; second of all, her vitriol indicates that she feels threatened by me. Ex-cellent. If she's slamming me, it means that my stuff looks pretty good.