Saturday I shopped. For the office, so I didn't spend my own money.

I looked at and resisted a manga trilogy. (I bought a book the other day, did I mention that? I'm going to read it and see if I really like it or if it was just because I was on vacation. I frequently read things on vacation I w0uldn't read at any other time.)

Sunday I did very little. A bit of writing. The DS story is moving very slowly. It's moving, but slowly. I need to watch some episodes, maybe.

I watched Mysterious Island which was disappointing because it didn't have any giant lizards but very satisfying because it had a giant octopus. When I watch cheesy SF, I expect giant lizards. Still. Any movie that gives you giant crabs, red-headed chickens, bees, an octopus, and a ship-full of pirates can't be all-bad. And a volcano! Lava!

I politiblogged. I read. I rested. It's odd. Most Sundays I do very little, but the days seem to fly by.

I ate a great deal. I've been eating a lot recently for someone who's technically on a diet.

I started the diet again today. At the moment I'm stuffed, but with "legal" food. An apple. Some watermelon. 1/2 cup of rice. 2 oz sausage (okay, not exactly "legal"). 1 carton yogurt. 3 oz chocolate (okay, not even remotely legal).

Mostly legal.

Very stuffed. With a bit of luck, I won't have much appetite for supper.

Today I'm at work. (Which isn't the same as to say I'm working, you understand.) At the moment, I'm trying to ignore the man wandering around with his head stuck through one of those plastic doggie collars they use to keep dogs from biting at themselves.

Buehler met some photographer who needed an office to shoot some photos in. Apparently he wanted something "lived-in." So our piggy little place is going to star in some ad or something. Shrug. Anyhow. I don't want to stare at this man. For someone who volunteered to have his head stuck through a plastic cone, he seems surprisingly self-conscious.

Bossyboots showed up around 1 or 2 today. The photographer's assistant happened to be helping the model with his make-up when he (Bossyboots) arrived. He (Bossyboots) was predictably weirded out by it all. (Well, of course, when he asked me why that woman was putting make-up on that man, I told him some lip gloss would do him a world of good. So maybe I started it.)

When I'm the most relaxed, I'm the least interesting, blogwise. As you can tell, I'm very relaxed today.