I was just in the elevator to bring some mail up to the 11th floor and there was this cute, tall guy in the elevator with me. So I instinctively looked at his left hand to see if he's married (he is). But how scary is it that I instinctively looked? I can't believe I'm at that age.
I took that art test again, and changed two answers (different mood today). So I got a different answer! Here's my new one. It also works.
![]() | If I were a work of art, I would be Claude Monet's Waterlilies. I am soft and gentle, but very colourful. Although based in reality, I look at the world through a filter of impressions which shape how I see things. Splashes of light help to define my presence and bring an endearing quality. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test |
Anyway. Friday. Yay. I have to go churn out more author contracts. Exciting stuff, I know. Only 3 1/2 more hours...this is the problem with going to lunch early. The afternoon takes FOREVER.
Current song in my head:
"Where Do We Go From Here?" from the Buffy musical. I blame it on the fact that one of the authors is named Giles (yes, he is British, complete with accent).