Weekend

Last weekend I relaxed...this upcoming weekend my father is coming into town to make me a yard slave. I'll be fine I'm sure, a little manual labor never hurt anyone. As long as the bugs are gone I'll be fine. I have dinner with a friend this evening and then some serious lyrical work for late in the evening. Wouldn't it be great if I was actually creative in the morning instead of between the hours of 9pm and 3am. Odd. I've been working my way through every single Kay Hooper book out there. Spooky, catchy...some are more interesting than others but she has a gift for story telling so the read is always enjoyable. I wonder if I could ever get paid to review books - seeing as I read so many of them...hmmm...