Eat your heart out, then petits four for desert?

Nothing you can imagine worth writing about at the moment. I’m working on my library database again this week, after ignoring it for a month. I cleaned up the user-forms, made them look pretty. I fixed/figured out the way to quickly use my scanner to look up titles in the library and filter them. Now I just need to figure out how to spool those results into a new sub-form, record activity on it, and then receive things back, closing out the sub-form. I managed to lock myself out of the database by deleting a series of command buttons I thought weren’t being used, but they were still being called in the opening of the database, so I had to blindly edit the Visual Basic code and hope I did the right thing…and I did. I managed to change the number of buttons the program looks for on start up, but I didn’t actually fix it so I’ll have to readdress that at some point, just so all my code doesn’t look like crap. Anyway, back to the trivial drivel that makes up the majority of my waking life. This weekend I had some fun back up in Salem, MA. At the disquietingly busy North Shore Mall (Shopping Centre?) I was able to purchase the gayest of necessities, body lotion. From C.O. Bigelow, I acquired a pot of "breathe delight" deep nourishment body cream uplifting tamarind nectar. It smells so wonderful; I’m only using it as a hand lotion at work. It makes my day slightly more delightful. So, working in conjunction with my iced coffee, it really is a treat. So, lots and lots of activity approaching. Not a lot of definite dates and such, but things broiling and the like. I only hope the next ice age doesn’t drop down upon us due to this frighteningly spring-like weather in the midst of January. I couldn’t swear by it, but I feel as though at this time last year it was somewhat colder by about 20 degrees, and we were buried in near perpetual snow. Perhaps I’m wrong. I don’t care. I have an award ceremony coming up which I’m not looking all that forward too. Being spotlighted for something other than an actual artistic contribution really makes me uncomfortable. I prefer the performance spotlight, where I can shed my inhibitions, anything else is like torture. Besides, you have to be nice, which you don’t in performance, and everyone knows I’m not nice.