March 17, 2014
Sunday morning I did 25 minutes on the exercise bike even though my neck hurt so bad from sleeping on it wrong that I was approaching nausea. Afterwards I threw my fists in the air and yelled “I’m the king and queen of the world!” One of my cats looked totally unimpressed. The other one just looked disturbed.
I hardly did any reading this weekend because I was binge-rewatching Veronica Mars episodes in prep for the movie release (I am one of the Kickstarter backers). I did lots of reading-adjacent activities, though, such as pre-order the first Veronica Mars novel after watching the movie. Yippee! The stories continue.
I ordered some Archie graphic novels because I just found out from Women Write About Comics that the story lines have gone all progressive including interracial romance and a gay main character!
I am super stoked about this. I devoured Archie comics as a kid, much to my mother’s dismay. She did not appreciate it when I went to her asking her to buy me Betty’s bikini and Veronica’s boots and Josie’s jeans.
She got a real kick out of Sabrina’s Aunt Hilda, though. Hm. I wonder why.