Friday, November 14, 2003
I think I might be getting sick. Rogue had something horrible and I hope I haven't picked it up. It's a tradition we have, Rogue and I. He always gets sick just in time to see me and pass it along. Today, they're on the road to Tampa. And least I can feel bad from the comfort of my cryosphere-afflicted office.
The phorum is back online, at LunarCycles. Go and post. Be happy that it wasn't August 8th all over again. Again, my thanks to Sissy and Kat for getting us back online late last night.
The Farscape news looks genuinely promising this time. We're all awaiting "official" word.
Last night, Jennifer went to bed (smart girl), but Spooky and I sat up until after midnight watching Guillermo del Toro's Cronos (beautiful) and then three episodes of Monty Python's Flying Circus on DVD.
I'm not sure what's to be done with today. I may or may not go right back to proofing MoA. I'm two weeks behind on just about everything (sorry Bill), but I've been pushing and pushing and I think I may have to go a little easy on myself for a day or two. Even writers have limits.
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