Hey, it’s the weekend, and I am getting a jump-start on my work week because I have the dreaded oral surgery on Tuesday. The worst part about it? I can’t have anything to eat or drink for at least 12 hours before, which means NO COFFEE.

My son keeps asking when the day is, and getting more and more scared as it looms closer. Heh. Guess I know how to make him do what I want: Just threaten not to drink coffee.

[and I don't usually post draw out the lurkers questions, but what item would strike terror into your family's hearts if you had to do without for a day?]

Writing is stalled, due to the busy sched, which kinda stinks; I did some work on it last week, but nothing worth mentioning. I do feel like a fraud right now, I am hoping to get my sched more in line with working as Spring comes. Like a lot of other folks, I get more energized with warmer weather.

So, as usual, treading water, hoping I get more organized, and that inspiration strikes. Preferably not on Tuesday, when I’m under the influence of laughing gas or whatever it is they use to make the pain go away.

I am trying to reduce consumption, Picky Vegetarian, but today is already a two-pot day.

Sigh.

Thanks to Kwana for letting me know about this:

“People who consumed several cups of coffee every day were less likely to die of heart disease than those who shied away from the stuff. Heart disease is an umbrella term for conditions including heart attacks, stroke, and arrhythmia. . . [W]omen who drank four to five cups per day were 34% less likely to die of heart disease, while men who had more than five cups a day were 44% less likely to die.”

And just ’cause, here is another picture of the slowly-finishing up house:

So wiped out.

I saw crocuses (is that crocii?) in some yards walking over to my house today, does that mean Spring is coming? I cannot wait!

We’ve had a respite here in terms of frantic frothing about North And South, but that is about to change: My girlfriend, the Super-Smart Lawyer, is coming over on Saturday and we will be watching it.

She has more passion for Ewan McGregor than I do, but we agree on Clive, Heywood Wakefield furniture, the color green, coffee, Mission Of Burma, Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings (although only one of us kissed a Dap-King a gazillion years ago, and it wasn’t me), red wine and the joy of living in Brooklyn.

Woo. And hoo.

Returned to Brooklyn. Did not buy milk. Hence no coffee. Tragedy ensues.

I might have actually drunk too much coffee. I am actually JITTERY today.

How bizarre is that?!?

You could win a free book! Not here; head on over to the Riskies, and comment on the super-fabulously nice Mary Blayney’s interview, and you could win a signed copy of her new anthology, signed by all four authors (including Nora).

So, why are you hanging around here?

Okay, I’ll satisfy your fix: My name is Megan, and I am neurotic about my weight, my teeth, if I talk too much or too little, my writing time, how tired I am, how much coffee I seem to need, and how little housework I seem to do despite picking things up all the time. I am not neurotic about how much I love Clive Owen or Sean Bean or how proud I am that I read and write romance.

Now head on over there!

Okay, so I dragged my sorry ass to the gym today. The Doesn’t Understand the Psychological Issues Related to Exercise  I Have Spouse suggested I go running tomorrow morning. We. Will. See.

And the pimple isn’t as bad.

And the pumpkin spice coffee I bought is AMAZING! (Take that, Picky Vegetarian; flavored coffee!)

This weekend, I was at the New Jersey conference, where they TANTALIZINGLY PLACED tables with coffee cups, sugar, coffeemate hoo-ha, and spoons. BUT NO COFFEE!

this is my ‘woe is me, there is no coffee’ face.

(hey, how much we wanna bet I screwed up the saving of the file, and Myretta will have to bail me out AGAIN?)