in my cd player... Saint Etienne Sound of Water   on the page... Tim O'Brien's Tomcat in Love This is the kind of book that I wake up to read in bed in the morning before I have to go to work. And that, my friends, is my version of a perfect four star rating.   into... glancing at diaries left open on counters for public consumption; not returning emails; anticipating my new cds to arrive in my tiny little mail box; thinking up ways to avoid the hellish september 1 moving day traffic   "blah blah blah cakes"... This is my new version of yada, yada, yada. I picked it up somewhere, from some site, and I just adore the phrase. I tend to use it more in writing, though. It hasn't quite made the transition to oral overuse.   paperless... Yesterday, Todd was inquiring about my paperless-ness. "Check register?" he asked. "Address book? Calendar? To do lists?" He was impressed by my ability to shrug off my addiction to notebooks and date books and all things paper and go full-on online.   Which is why I felt a little guilty about not resisting that cute little blank book at Booksmith last night. I just had to have it.