Please don't dump snow on my head.

Okay, the Fly pen was a faaaabulous idea. Really. Even if I spent ten minutes in the Fly aisle at Target debating whether or not to buy another notebook. (NO. You have the journal and the notebook that came with the pen, neither of which you've filled more than six pages in combined. NO MORE.)

I spent a good hour and a half at Panera with the pen and my Zen and got a good sketch of the first chapter of the Big Gay Novel written out. Which, you know, AWESOME. God knows I've had so much trouble writing lately that even that much is pretty impressive. Of course, maybe next time I might want to leave the games notepad at home so I don't spend fifteen minutes playing with it. Heh. That also leads me to other things I'm not allowed to buy for it, like the HP game and the Pirates game and whatever other games I see and covet, which is most of them. Hi, I like toys. :)

I also picked up this. And I 've got the rest of tonight and tomorrow off. Oh, yeah, let's see how this turns out. (I have faith in myself, though, 'cause I'm usually pretty good with arts and crafts stuff.)

(Ooo, ooo! One more thing I'm not allowed to buy? A big old box of 80's candy. I want it so, and yet thirty bucks worth of candy will be gone in about a day or so the way I go through it. Sigh.)