Right.... I really oughtn't to be here. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go. We (my siblings and I) have to go spend the week with some people, while Mom and Dad are in Texas (the luckies) on a business trip. So I have to haul all my school books all the way over to somebody else's house, along with gobs and gobs (I would say clumps and clumps, but somebody told me that that sounds too much like cat litter) of clothes. And I was looking forward to spending a pleasant week at home. We get to hear an Air Force band tonight. It's supposed to be really good.

Since I'm on-line, I suppose I should be updating my website. I'm not, though. I'm sitting here staring blankly at a computer screen. I wrote a story. It's rather good. It made my mom laugh, and afterwards it made her cry. I feel rather proud of myself.  My works are moving.

Wonder Girl, off to save the world from boredom, signing out