Hot hot hot! It is eleventy thousand degrees out. Dad and I went berry picking this morning, but some meanie had been through and picked all our berries, so we only got about a pint between us. Snif! I came home and walked the dog and cleaned up the backyard and am watering it, and now I’m going to go find some food and then maybe go biking. It’s *SO* nice out! Yay!
lxg
LXG was actually surprisingly entertaining. Yay!
dreams
I had a dream this morning that I was at a very small convention sort of like the Writer’s Weekend, except there were some comic book people there too, like Terry Moore, and I was supposed to do a panel on being /un/published and what the whole state of the industry looked like from that side, and there was some chick there who was trying to pitch a B&W comic to Terry, and he was being polite but was bored, and Anna Genoese was there, as well as PNH, and…
bah.
Yesterday was just a complete wash. Let’s move on.
grr.
Wretched mood. Wretched work. Tired, grumpy, frustrated, bored. Know I should bike, walk, yoga, *something*, but right now I feel emotionally scarred and crabby and I both want to just get this damned stuff done and to never look at it again. I will walk, or bike, or something, in another hour, by which time if my coworkers have any sense they will have gone home/quit working. :P