What can I say? It's been a hell of a week. My grandfather passed away last weekend which has meant much in the way of drama around the writegrrrl family tree as arrangements were debated and finally, blessedly, made.
And I've been semi-sick, fighting off a cold.
And Cory's been full-on sick with a lovely case of strep throat.
But we did manage to catch a most-rocking set from Sleater-Kinney on Wednesday night - it was nice to see the band in a smallish venue again - helped to restore my faith in all that is S-K.
Other than all of that I've just been spending my spare time sludging through "Lolita" (armed with both a French and and American dictionary) quite arguably one of the perviest novels of the 20th century.
As the French say: bla bla bla*

*translation: blah blah blah