Now that I've finished my second RDI, I'll probably get back to posting on occasion. But today, I really have nothing to say except that I can't decide what to work on next. An outrageous and outlandish comedy, a dark and pensive analysis of a friend's death and its effect on the friends she leaves behind or the sequel to Love Like That? I'm leaning toward the second choice, the third being the easy one and the first being the one that worries me--because satire can so easily be taken the wrong way. Alas, until that decision is made, I'm giving Valley of the Dolls another read.