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Everyone has their Valentine’s Day themed windows up. I like pink and red and flowers, so I’m pleased.
So. American Idol. Still not tired of it, still enormously entertained.
Oh God, I have nothing of substance to say this morning. I’m feeling completely panicked and frazzled still and that I have to jump right back into work promoting this new book and cannot waste a single second. Or my world will end, I guess. No more American Idol for me. I have to do everything I can think of.
I do want to read that Times article about the National Academy of Sciences report about forensic science in the country, though. I just skimmed it and immediately posted about it on my blog for The Restless Sleep. The original title of my post there was simply, “Uh oh.” But I decided that was unprofessional and changed it.
So yeah. I have to get to work right away in order to dispel this feeling of certain doom. I need a fairy godmother or something.
