Starving. Meow. Meow. Meow. Soon I’ll get food, but I thought I’d post first.
RillAnna tells me that the University Bookstore was at CascadiaCon and had copies of URBAN SHAMAN at their table at the front part of the dealer’s room, and that they sold out the copies they had. *beam* Awesome.
It is very, very, very wet outside. But my hair is newly bleached, so it was worth walking home in the very very very wet.
And I got a frog for my backpack in the mail. :) He’s in my backpack now. I’ll take a picture of him later. :)
Got a little writing done yesterday. 600 words or so. And ended up walking a lot (it stopped raining for a while). Our bathroom is caulked and clean and the only room in the house that’s still an actual mess is the office. *sigh* Working on it. Gotta clear off the kitchen table, and pick up the floor down there, and finish laundry, and clean the bedroom closet, and I think I’m going to stop now before I get depressed. :P We are out of garbage bags.
Ok, *really* starving now. Food.
miles to Mount Doom: 121
ytd wordcount: 162,000
I’m glad to hear that the froggie survived the mail (it’s tough to ship amphibians!) and made his way to your backpack where he belongs. :-)