Once More, With Feeling

Today was like yesterday. More Strange Days, more Alien Nation, more reading Mages of Mâvarin, more bad food, more guilt over all the stuff I didn't get done. Oh, I worked on the synopsis a bit, but that's all.

And it's 2 AM, and I've nothing profound to say tonight anyway. I don't even have a new photo for you. Well, actually, I did take one picture, but it isn't anything much. Here it is.



But tomorrow John works, and I have the day off. That removes a major source of distraction, because when John is home, he tends to pop in a DVD. I get sucked in to watching whatever-it-is, and two or four or six hours go by. Tomorrow that won't happen. That will make it easier for me to go into the office, as I should have done today. As I told someone on Friday, I think Dr. King will forgive me for working on his holiday. At least I officially have it off, even if I can't afford to take the whole three day weekend.

I have work to do.

But first I sleep. For a full eight hours.

Karen