Apropos of nothing: I've had "The Famous Polka" by They Might Be Giants stuck in my head for several days now.  Early this afternoon it was temporarily replaced by Woodsy Owl (and the Ad Council)'s "Give a Hoot, Don't Pollute" jingle/song from 1979ish, but now it's back in full force.

I played it for Matt since he hadn't heard it before, as it lives on TMBG's lesser-known "Miscellaneous T" 1991 album, which is a fab compilation of B-sides and leftovers. Listening to the song didn't remove the earworm. *shrug*

In other news, I was in East Peoria, Illinois this entire week and it felt good to work. I was a touch rusty because I've barely worked this summer. It can be nice to have your summers off, like a kid. But it sucks balls to have no income.
Things seem to be picking up for the autumn, but not at the velocity I'd like.  My publisher owes me a substantial wad of cash. I hope they send it soon. I emailed them a polite "When should I expect this check?" today, but got an out-of-office auto-response back: Vanessa took the afternoon off. 

Vanessa.

OK, that's all I got for here. Got lots of stuff to do. Joe Trainor's bachelor party is Sunday, and as Best Man, I've got tasks to check off now that I'm finally home.

Your pal,
Jill