Another day, another bird pooping in my front room.

Finished listening to John Grisham's The Associate. I admit I liked it, but that is kind of like admitting to liking Velveeta cheese. Grisham can write a good, tense novel, but there was no meat on this story's bones. No real danger, no real action, no real intrigue.

I'm on my third Joe Pitt vampire story - Half the Blood in Brooklyn. So far in this book, we've been re-introduced to Sela, the pre-op tranny vampire, and met Stretch, the midget carnival performer vampire, and Chaim, the leader of the Jewish vampires of Brooklyn. This is my sixth book by Charlie Huston in about a month. I do enjoy his dark humor . . .

Spent 25 minutes on hold with B of A trying to find out how much interest I earned on an account last year . . . only to learn it was less than 5 bucks, and need not be declared on my tax returns.

Appointment with my CPA tomorrow morning, and other than that, it's almost . . . TGIF the 13th!