... reading the biography of Thomas Hardy that I just bought for $2 from the library re-sale store a few weeks ago, but, alas, I did not.
I also wish I could say that I spent the evening fucking someone wildly in defiance of all the hatred I've been feeling in the past few weeks for my parents and for Sandra.
Nah. Just came home from work today and worked on my Joan Crawford website, which 90% of the time brings me great peace of mind. I consider this a good day.