I’m taking a little writing break here. Cranking up the iPod. Getting my boogie on. Huffing and puffing a little, because I don’t get my boogie on enough.

Here’s what’s going through my mind. It’s probably because I’ve been writing all morning, and this is the way my mind works while I’m writing. Okay. This is the way it works all the time.

What is the first thing you do when you move into a new place? This is after you order the beer and pizza. Hook-up the big screen? Find the DVD player? Plug in the computer? Put together the bed?

The two most important first things I do are: 1) change the locks on the doors — probably if you’re a renter, you’re not doing this. 2) replace all the toilet seats.

I mean. What exactly do you know about the person who lived there before you? He/she/it might be running around with an extra set of keys…. to your new place. Note to self: Stop reading thrillers.

Same goes for toilet seats. What do you know about the person who lived there before you? Hmm. I don’t care how much I know. I’m still changing the toilet seats — a proud graduate of Paranoia 101.

Is this a Virgo thing?

Okay. So, what do you do? Really. I’m interested.

Weekend’s over.

Elen