I was prepared to post something I wrote about my first boyfriend, which has been written for over a week, when the Microsoft Word file containing my first drafts suddenly became corrupted. As it was not a flattering portrait of my early choice of suitor, one can only suspect that either God or Bill Gates is attempting to impart a little lesson on discretion.

Naturally, I will post the message as soon as I have reconstructed it—better, stronger, nastier than before.

Instead, here is a fun fact to start your Sunday off on the right foot. Did you know my old-fashioned telephone exchange is TRafalgar? Well, it is. Rob is jealous that I have an old-fashioned telephone exchange and he does not (because he wants to buy an old-fashioned phone for his apartment), but I am going to put it on my business card, once I get around to designing one. I know I have never mentioned in this forum what I do for a living, but I am a designer, so one would think I would have designed a business card by now.

One would think a lot of things. And if one is me, one tends to.

In other news, Rob, Joe, and I watched the TV remake of Carrie last night, and I was reminded of my own youth, although I could not blame my circumstances on parents who were religious whackos. I also was not voted queen of the prom, although much of my misfortune did stem from the ideas of certain people that I was a queen of another sort.

Psychokinesis would not be my first choice of special ability, but it apparently gets the job done.

(By the way, my thanks to everyone who wrote their condolences about my grandmother. Your kind thoughts are much appreciated.)