So remember how Evan Lavender-Smith at Puerto del Sol was so nice about asking me for work and then forgot to tell me that they didn't want that story but that I should send another one? Well, he doesn't want that story either.
That feels kind of weird: that someone asked me for work and then the work I sent them wasn't what they wanted. This is adding to the woodginess of the day.
Tonight I'm going to a book group for the first time in my life. You might think this would have happened already in my life, being that I like books and have worked in bookstores for a while now, but nope. Tonight I am adding into a pre-exisiting group and we have read Let the Right One In. What's that? You saw the movie? Read the book - it's better. Yup, even if you liked the movie, it's better. There's a whole pedophilia storyline that's absent from the movie.
Awesome. Now it sounds like I'm saying I liked the pedophilia part.
Today, someone told me that based on the mixed cd he was given by me as a part of cd dispersal project, he'd say I was mellow if he didn't know me.
I told him I'm either high-strung or sad. Those are my modes right now. Maybe always?
I wish 'mellow' was more accurate.
Enough of this bullshit. Must go get those ribs for Grandma Alligator.