have just ordered pizza for the office and have spent the past three hours reading the newspaper. so depressing - even the edwards coverage isn't making me gleeful anymore. i think the light summer, the slow work day and the rather monastic lifestyle i've been maintaining these past 4 months have take a toll.

i'm writing a really bad romance novel. like, totally bad. horribly bad. but what else are you supposed to do with 8 hours just floatin' free? write!

all i know about what i'm writing so far is that it's about reality television - and feminism. (what ELSE am i supposed to watch on my new cable? it's sucking me in!)

what could be more romantic than reality tv and feminism?