Friday, 08 February 2002

I got a tiny bit done on the non-lethal story: 530 words. I'm supposed to turn something in to the writing group tomorrow. Maybe I'll figure out how this ends in time to finish it tomorrow. I could deliver it early Sunday and that'd be just as good.

Jackie and I were going to go out for dinner, but I was feeling terribly lazy and suggested frozen pizza instead. It was good, and I appreciated just coming straight home and then being done for the day.