Wednesday, August 28, 2002
It's Wednesday, isn't it? I just had to ask someone to be sure. The last two days are a bit of a blur. That's what happens to me whenever I don't work. My sense of time and my work ethic seem somehow linked. Is there any news? Not really. Because there's been no work. But I do have Dragon*Con bearing down on me like a runaway bus full of sweaty Klingons (not that I have against sweaty Klingons), so I only have today and tomorrow left to feel guilty about. Technically, Dragon*Con (and any other con) is work.
There was some nice rain here this morning. It's good to wake to grey-blue skies instead of white hot skies for a change. I listened to David Bowie's Heathen and Poe's Haunted while fat raindrops drummed against the windows and roof. Tonight I get sushi and maybe a movie. I'll have to write sometime about my change of heart regarding sushi.
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