I'm sitting in Panera, having snagged the little penguin's computer, and am happily tapping away with the aid of free wireless, a day-off-the-diet bagel, and a cup of Earl Grey. I think I'm going to send a letter to the Panera people, thank them, and tell them how damn smart they are.

*strokes The Man*

( Dear Panera People )

( Stickin' it to my alien baby )

( The birds [as in, two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree] and the bees [as in, "Oh, HONEY, right there!!!"] )

I think I'm off at this time to go see if Borders or Barnes & Noble is hiring for the holiday season. I was talking before rugby ended about picking up a couple days a week in a bookstore, and then I got lazy and forgot about it. Now that the penguin is selling skis for a month or so, though, it's lit the fire back under my ass and I think I'ma go see if either of them will take me. I think it'd be a fun job for a bit, and the extra money would give me a leg up on holiday shopping bills and such. We shall see.