The day started out painfully annoying; crankiness as far as the eye could see.  And now?  I sit here with my mouth slightly agape with a tad bit of drool rolling down my chin.

Ya ever noticed that Blog Critic button over yonder?  Well I wrote a couple of critiques; one being my beloved book A Treasury of Royal Scandals.

You’ll never guess what the hell just happened.  Seriously, go on, try it!

The author just wrote me.

In your face you bitch from Alexandria, Virginia!

Alright, it’s not exactly an attack but a negative response, still I quiver with delight.  Everyone wave to IP: 69.143.44.110  otherwise known as Alexandria, Virginia.  Admittedly I can’t quite figure out who this person is.  But I ask you this: If someone so clearly dislikes me, why would they spend countless hours (and I mean countless; we’re over the 24 hour mark here people) on my website?

Aren’t website trackers neat?

Oh but where are my manners?  Here is the aforementioned comment.

I guess you’re supposed to make a fancy original design that’s appealing to the eye, but I just want to write.

My writing is involuntary, like the beating of my heart: my constant erection. –The Marquis De Sade, From Quills