Pie!

I just cut the last ELEVEN! THOUSAND! words from my novel, because as indicated previously, I am a stupid stupid stupid stupid STUPID stupid stupid stupid STUPID stupid MUPPET.

STUPID.

ELEVEN! THOUSAND!

But hey, it's mince pie season again! Can't be that bad.

for archiving and propaganda purposes

• 13:32 this heat rouses gum years stuck to the pavement and reminds it of the days being a soft and sticky trap. #
• 13:34 a trap i have stepped in on several different occasions today. #

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California Academy of Sciences; Through Glass

I've spent the day pacing around my dim little den, in part because it's too hot to do anything, and in part because I really was thinking. Me and the novel, we're going to sort this little issue of ours out, even if knives are required.

The dayjob welcomes me back tomorrow, and to say I am afeared for my hands would be a gross understatement. Typing has been largely avoided today, but I can't escape it, nor do I want to. Aside from writing-writing, there's book-reaction-writing, and trip-report-writing, and correspondence-writing, and who knows what else.

You get owl skulls instead. Photos are easier than typing right now.

Nap Attack

I lay on the bed a moment "to think" and I've lost an hour and a half.

This is why I don't do naps. It just isn't possible to wake up twice in one day. I feel decidedly disgusting, inside and out, and am certainly no longer in any condition "to think".

Sad Hands, Sad Face

My hands greatly enjoyed my trip. All that time not spent at the computer! They were very happy hands.

I spent three hours this morning taking care of my inboxes, and haven't touched a computer in ten hours. But now they are not happy hands at all.

All the things I want to do involve typing. All of them. I don't know what to do.

HOME

That is indeed the same tee as in the last photo.
Tea before shower is totally acceptable.

I am leaving the internet. I've a last day in fabulous San Francisco before jumping on a metal bird and returning to the future, 'cause this is the future, and we totally have the technology.

I will be reattaching myself to people I haven't seen in a couple of weeks, so to avoid any social malfunctions in recognition, here is a current, taken right this second, photo of me:



You peeps I just spent ridiculously hilarious weekend with, I loff you. I bequeath you the northern hemisphere, with which to do as you please. Hopefully, 'as you please' means you will turn it into a giant ball pit.

See you on the otherside of the date line.

Columbus and Broadway