Isn't it sad that I have truly nothing to say? I'm trying to think what has happened recently, but my mind has gone numb... not enough sleep, but too much sleep. I saw Ashley and Mels on Friday, which was nice. I watched Kill Bill Vol. I again on Saturday. Great movie, and it makes more sense now that I've seen the second one. I hear there may be a third - I'm interested in where Tarantino will take it.

I've started to read my first book for the summer - Timothy Findley's Pilgrim. It's good so far, but then again I'm only 8 chapters into the book. Connie, a manager at Chapters, was quite disappointed that I am enjoying the book, as she doesn't like Findley. But then again, this is the women who spent an entire summer reading all of the V.C. Andrews books. *shudder* For the longest time, I didn't know that V.C. Andrews was a woman. From the content in the books, I would naturally assumed it was a man. No, according to her "official website", she was born Cleo Virginia Andrews... so why the switching of initials? I'm confused.

I'm going to take note again about stupid customers. You can bet that there will be another huge blog here tomorrow... unfortunately.