Going to London in the morning. That seems extremely surreal. It’ll seem even more surreal when it’s only a 45 minute flight, I expect. o.O Having a hard time thinking of what I need to bring, besides my camera. Which I need to make sure the battery is charged for. And then Dublin for the weekend. My entire *life* is surreal, apparently.
Went Christmas shopping to some success this morning, and got my hairs trimmed. Muuuch better. I was all shaggarific. (That sounds all kinds of wrong.) Also saw
(all right, all right, relenting on Chance: there is certainly nothing bad happening, there is certainly nothing contractual happening, there is certainly a lot of nerves and jitteriness on my part. you’re all a very obliging lot, though, i must say. :))
I finally found one of ur books in australia.. am reading Urban shamman and am eating it up… I like it.. :-)
I shudder every time you mention Chance. I mean, c’mon, chicks writing comics? Next there’ll be plot and characterization and (dare I say it) boobs smaller than heads. It’s the end of the art form, I’m tellin’ ya!
Can’t talk – chewing fudge! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!