I had no idea

But it seems there are a few people out there who actually check this thing on a regular basis. I was chastised not once, but THREE times today to update! Flattery and public pressure seem to work, as here I am. At least, for today.

So, I'm proud to say that Rom To My Private Dungeon has been selected as one of the featured stories of the week on Sycophant Hex. I rather suspect this came from the lovely corazon8393, so thank you!

"It's a funny thing about time...especially in summer. The days last forever, but the weeks fly by." There is your sneak peak of the first sentence.

I am taking a break from writing my update right now as I type. I hope to have 1 or 2 new chapters out by the end of my little mini-holiday. Especially now, that I have my new comfy office chair from Staples, it will be much nicer to sit at my desk and write.

I found out yesterday that my sister-in-law is pregnant again. She's due in October, so I suppose you'll hear more about that then.

So, I got a phone call from the CUNY graduate center about setting up an interview. One month and one week after the other school sent me an acceptance letter, and CUNY is just getting round to interviews. A group interview no less! Blech.

A part of me says don't bother. I've sent my deposit money in to the other program. I've gotten enough 'warnings' both direct and indirect regarding CUNY from friends and colleagues. But another part of me feels like I've paid the fare, I should take the ride. To satisfy my curiosity of 'will I or won't I get in'. So I'll always know if I had a choice. It will nag me if I don't go and 'never know' as much as it will nag me if I got accepted and turned them down. The lure of paths not taken, of potential lives not lived is surely the indulgence of the bourgeoise. But I am blessed and cursed with an overactive imagination of fictional lives and a discontent borne of the surrealistic pattern that has become my life. Don't we all go down paths, then turn around mid-journey before our feet have hit the path? It's all that much sweeter and more painful when others make the choice for us---eliminating options you never had but fancied you did, or could. Poor, poor Severus will soon be feeling the brunt of this melancholy mood, as my beta and muse have known for awhile.

btw I advise anyone reading this to avoid going shopping with me at all costs.

Unless of course you are feeling generous and wish to go shopping FOR me. In that case, my wishlist:

*A new wardrobe closet
*A new chest of drawers
*A wireless card for my iBook
*A R/T ticket to San Francisco from 27 May to 8 June or thereabouts
*New potholders

No takers? Oh well. My birthday doesn't arrive until next month. You've plenty of time to indulge me.