dayjob says, "braaaaaiiinnnnssssss" and drools unpleasantly

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Dayjob is trying to eat my brain, which is unfortunate, since I’m supposed to have a draft of “The Barkacharie’s Bite” for my online workshop tomorrow. Er…yeah. I haven’t given up, but it’s not looking good.

 

Some wild dreaming last night, involving cat burglars sneaking across my balcony from window ledge to window ledge, mighty rainstorms, an eraser in the shape of an icon with the Virgin Mary on it, and napping under a pile of pillows. (Dreaming about sleeping is generally a sign that I need more of the stuff.)

 

Monday night Chad took me to see Stardust at the Alamo as a b-day present, even though he wasn’t hugely keen on seeing it. I thought it was good fun, and enjoyed it, but I think too many loving reviews over the course of Armadillocon raised my expectations too high; all said and done, the movie is pretty much as thin, in the story department, as the book. 

Last night got dessert with Nadia at Dolce Vita, then went foodshopping...tonight I'm seeing Pam. This is all lovely, but I'm so very tired.