Twitterpated

Some of you may have noticed that I have given in to the fad and gotten myself a Twitter account. Those of you haven't noticed are directed to the words underneath the picture of cleavage on the right.

This way, if I'm too busy (or too lazy) to update this blog, I will hopefully have something interesting and/or meaningful to Tweet. For instance, this weekend was the drama of "My dad has a heart attack." He's fine now, thanks for asking.

For those who wish a separate bookmark for my gothy Tweets (which should have a better name, like "Sighs of Rapturous Agony" or some such), you may find it here.