Robespierre is five pounds exactly! He’s like a little barbell! I got a very funny video of him trying to get into the tub with The Frenchman, but I’m afraid it’s a bit too scandalous to put on the Net. If only I knew how to use that thar fuzzing out thingy.
Meanwhile, I’m working again, this time freelancing at a local technology startup. My first day was 9/11 and the day did not disappoint. That should say it all. Needless to say, I’m still job searching. At least there were chocolate Drumsticks. There’s also free lunch every day. This keeps us from leaving for things like fresh air, sunlight and exercise.
I’m hovering around 30K into the rewrite of the book. If I’m a good girl, maybe I’ll finish by the end of the year, eh?