My god, Pamela is a long…

My god, Pamela is a long book. I'm a hundred and thirty pages in, with about four hundred to go. And all the weeping, and wailing, and protestations of innocence -- it's enough to drive someone crazy. Just have sex with the man already, and be done with it, Pamela! You know you want to...

At least I have a pleasant evening to look forward to. We'll stop and pick up dessert (I'm thinking chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, and some fresh fruit) and bread, then drive up to Oakland and collect Susan, and then go to Debbie Notkin's for dinner. Yay! Followed by stopping in at Avi's party and saying hi to the gang there. Should be fun for all.