An assortment of snackies from the grocery store to help me while I divide my time between the most decadent of pursuits, the Sadie Valentino story, and some Technical Writing "polish your assignments" crud. Naturally, I fixed myself a drink to finish off the Tanqueray and sat down in front of the laptop to cleanse myself of the real world and accept the language guns' fiction bullets into the deep, red albatross of my heart. Oh, the discounts! Oh, the painful extravagance of having a character with no name! Oh, the bad news format! I fear I shall have to saddle up, as the uncouth cowpokes say.
Home on the range indeed.