I massively trimmed down my Facebook account because even though I didn't really have any secrets up there, I'm not interested in providing Mark Zucherburg salable data. Photos - gone. Most of my groups / "liked" pages - gone. Interests - privacy and being a nerd. I hate seeming unfriendly, but I think it's fair to have a minimal "profile" and say that if you want to know anything about me, you can e-mail me. Or come to this blog and hear me rattle on about creative writing and, occasionally, the joy of being a reporter on working weekends, crouched in the office while the sun shines on and on outside.

I am still sneezing all over the place. Wet doggy sneezes. Red murky eyes. I popped into Barnes & Noble yesterday for "a mother's day card" and "my next high-quality notebook" and "$2 copy of Ariel" and someone at the front door tried to make me try out a Nook. There are "Nooks only" tables in their cafe. Buy one for your mother.