Drive-by update

This made me cry. Sometimes people are excellent in the face of horror.

I started my writing class at the Bethesda Writer's Center last night. I think it will be good. Except for the guy who signed up because "I read 50 Shades of Gray and thought I could write something better." Oh yay, we get to workshop porn by a virgin writer... But I do kind of love my teacher for saying, of Twilight, "I have no idea how something that bad got past an agent and and editor."

I'm having money troubles and I called my dad last night to talk to him about them, because I like talking things through with my dad. The first thing I said was "I do not want you to offer me money during this conversation; I just want to talk some stuff through." Because money comes with strings attached even when those strings aren't explicit. So we talked, and at the end of the conversation, he said "I presume I'm paying for your plane ticket for Christmas?" ...*headdesk*

Anyone want to go down to Occoquan with me sometime in the next month a half? I need to buy some stuff from the magic shop and get some Christmas presents.

My coworker's client couldn't come by for court prep today because his work schedule changed, so my coworker is going to his workplace to prep him this evening. He works at a lesbian bar. She couldn't stop giggling while explaining to her husband why she would be home late...