Some days, I just sit here, wondering what on earth I could possibly write about that would be of any interest to anyone. So I go to a few news sites, looking for inspiration. Today, I found this story about Richard Simmons slapping someone.. I think I’ve mentioned my slight obsession with Richard Simmons here before, so this is sad news. He must have been having a bad day, right? Richard is usually so chipper and friendly. He’s not violent, at any rate. Or is he…

In other, non-Richard Simmons news, I got copies of the new paperbacks of my books in the mail yesterday, and they look so pretty. That Summer, Someone Like You, Keeping the Moon and Dreamland all have brand-new covers, as well as a new size (trade paper, thank you to the bookstore employee who enlightened me about the proper term!). I could not be happier with them. They’ll be in stores in May.

One thing that does not make me happy, however—note that smooth transition, thank you!—is feeling old. And it happened this morning, as I was driving to campus, when a local radio station was playing “The Oldie of the Day!” They played a snippet of a song and you had to guess. And what song was it? “What Would You Say,” by the Dave Matthews Band. That’s an OLDIE? To me, an oldie is “My Girl,” or “Just My Imagination,” or maybe, MAYBE, “More Than A Feeling,” or “The Joker,” if we’re talking classic rock. But Dave Matthews?

(Okay, so maybe I’m sensitive, since I have a birthday coming up in a couple of months. But still!)

Finally, an official announcement: I am now completely addicted to the O.C. I don’t know how it happened either. But there it is. Just what I need, right? I even found myself shushing my husband last night…during the previews for NEXT week. Not even the show! This is a bad sign, people. Bad.

Oh, well. It’s a pretty day, the sun is out, and I have a cold Frappucino by my side. So really–despite all the bitching of this entry–I can’t complain, now can I?

have a good day everyone!