i wish you were a stranger, i could disengage

I had fun today! Totally not allowed, I know. I will admit I got a little distracted this morning; I had to answer comments on the guest blog post I did for the Rubies, and also Amazon released this new 'feature' (aka a torture device) in which it updates the popularity ranking of all authors every single hour. If that's not torture, I don't know what is. Luckily, I'm apparently popular right now - I'm currently #60 in the top 100 historical romance authors on Amazon. This means approximately nothing, since it's only Amazon sales, and my previous free downloads must have counted toward that average...but I still feel good about tings, since the majority of the authors on the list have well more than two books out, so I must be doing something right (other than the amount of time I spend obsessing over stuff, which is totally wrong).

But I had to stop working around one p.m. and drive to the dirty east bay to pick up my bridesmaid dress for Lauren's wedding. I will freely admit that I wasn't super psyched; the dress was picked by Lauren's sister, who is 5'7" and v. skinny, and so I was pretty sure I was going to look like a trainwreck (in a more literal sense of the word - squashed in all the wrong places). But, as it turns out, I had psyched myself out for naught; the color is lovely, and while the dress didn't make me 5'7" and skinny, it accentuates some kickass curves that I can accept. And it doesn't need altered! So, that's all a win.

I got back to the city around 4:30 (I ate after getting the dress, then tried to buy a jacket at REI, but they were out), and I did a bit of work and took a nap before meeting up with Jenni at a wine bar in Russian Hill. I hadn't spent any quality time with her since the last time we met at that wine bar, which was like six months ago, so it was great to see her. When we parted ways, I called Chandlord on a whim and met up with her and Katie at Bob's Donuts, where my wine-soaked state convinced me that it was a good idea to have a donut (hint: it wasn't). And now that I'm home, I need to sleep - I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, and I must write or else I deserve to be shot. Goodnight!