Thursday, November 14, 2002
Not feeling very bright and shiny this morning. So it goes. The sky is bright and shiny, though, that pale and seemingly bottomless autumnal blue that has, since childhood, given me a profound sense of upward falling. Reversed vertigo, I suppose. A fear of gravity's impending failure.
I made it through chapters Nine and Ten of TFoC yesterday. Today will be Eleven, at least, and hopefully Twelve. And there are those signature pages I have to get to, as soon as possible.
The Crüxshadows show last night was great, despite the fact that Rogue's feeling a little under the weather and Birmingham couldn't muster a decent showing of goths if its existence depended on it (which, fortunately, it most likely never shall). Sorry if that sounds a bit snarky; the truth, I find, is often snarky. The band will be visiting with me tonight and tomorrow night before moving on to do a show in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. We're all going to see Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets together on Friday night. That ought to be a hoot (as we say down here on the frontier).
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