Ok, not really. But I am vacating as in not writing, freaking writing. I finished Michael Sedgwick's My Swordhand is Singing. I have to agree with I forget who said it, but that's got to be one of the greatest book titles ever. It's only 200 pages, I whipped through it in a day and read the ending of the creepiest chapter to my son. Now I'm reading M.J. Rose's The Reincarnationist. I'm enjoying it.

Also, I have an iMac. The switcheroo is kind of a long involved story, but we'll see how I adjust. I've only been using it for 15 minutes and I think I love it already. Anyway. I still have to go to work tomorrow so I'm off to bed.

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