Thursday, October 10, 2002
Last night I slept. Drugs were required, but by god I slept. I tried to watch Alien, but passed out about the time The Nostromo sets down on LV-4. I woke up to Ripley trying to expel the beast from the escape pod, and I crawled off to bed. And slept.
Today, back to "Andromeda on the Stones."
My head is full of cotton and thumbtacks.
What about the move to Providence, you ask? And even if you didn't, who cares. It's my goal to be out of here very, very soon. We're working with realtors now, searching for a good apartment, somewhere on the East Side. I will be in Rhode Island by the night before Halloween. Thryn and I have plans to be at Man Ray that night. On Halloween, I want to visit Lovecraft's grave again. Right now, I have about a million little fragile doodads that I trust no one else to pack, and so I have to pack them myself.
Oh, in case you haven't noticed from my scehdule on the website, I won't be making World Fantasy Con in Minneapolis this year, after all. The move and all this work has simply made it prohibitive. But I will be at Spooky Con 1 in San Francisco in January.
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