Another Sunday comes and goes and

I learned something. Don't walk past a park unless you're prepared to spend half an hour watching your three-year-old play, don't wear sandals for the inevitable wrestling match that happens when you say it's time to leave and she doesn't happen to agree, and the most important lesson of all...don't leave your inhaler lying under your pillow at home if you're going to be gone more than twenty minutes.

Srsly.

I was sucking wind by the time I pulled up in the driveway, yo.

Brought home a ton of Italian takeout. Pasta in marsala wine sauce with enough garlic to take down an Ubervamp, brushetta and meatballs. Yum. Of course my daughter, being the odd child she is, chose cottage cheese and cereal.

Children.

The Libertine comes out on Tuesday and I find myself salivating at the thought of finally being able to watch it. I'm not a Johnny Depp fan but this movie looks interesting. Or maybe I just want to hear him say debauched in that affected-by-ennui accent he's got goin' on.

I like that word, debauched. It's raunchy in an old fashioned way. Brings to mind post-fucked hair and clothes slightly askew with the buttons done up wrong.

I posted a wee bitty drabble at DW, and am much pleased with the result. Got some yummy feedback on top of it too, so I should be feeling satsified but actually it makes me want to write more.

Possibly, I am just wanting more feedback but I'll pretend it's all about the art and not about the royalties:P