14 hours with my mother...

...is about 12 hours too long.

Tomorrow I will:

• have something to say about a day spent wandering around New York City with my mother
  
• have something to say about The Norman Conquest
  
• go back and (re)fix my fail editing job on the stuff that I reposted
  
• find the rest of the fic that is in some random not-my-journal post on LJ.
  
• read all that fic that I've been ignoring for the past 2-4 days
  
• maybe actually write one of the plotbunnies that have been chewing on my shoelaces for the past 2 weeks.
  
• maybe finally make that post about why I am a horrible writer, in the hope that claiming my flaws will make them magically disappear

but right now, I am freakin' exhausted

Comic-in-Chief

...since that's what the media is calling him, after the Correspondents' Dinner. And who am I to argue with the networks?

my personal favorite:

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers in the audience. I do have to say, though, that this is a tough holiday for Rahm Emanuel, because he's not used to saying the word "day" after "mother"

It should surprise no one that on that list of stuff I was going to do today, the only one I accomplished was to read the fic backlog.