Yawn

Bored again. Should have brought something to paint.

I want to write, but the usual fog is on my brain. So it's back to the old trick of writing about how I can't write, and then before you know it, you're writing.

Not today, of course listening to the Changelings is not exactly waking me up either.
I need a nap, a change in music, and something besides bread to eat. Two of the three are doable. As for the nap, I can ditch the cruise and go home early, which will let me shop for food, and get to bed early.

Yeah, the yearly company cruise. It's a booze cruise, but you only get 2 free drinks. I can spend the time better today.

This is for Kevin

Buffy's season premiere is listed as October 9th (October?!?)

Therefore, 113 more days until new Buffy. (113?!?)

Images of Me

I noticed something interesting reflected in the glass on the bus on my way home today.
I saw the reflection of the back of a guy's head. His hair was brown and shot through with reddish streaks, just like mine (you don't notice it as much these days because my hair is so short). It was pulled back in a ponytail, the hair was very curly, just like mine was.
I recognized him as someone I've seen in the area. He was dressed all in black, and reading a Laws of the Night book. Had I just seen his reflection, I would have thought I was looking at myself, five years earlier.
The bus approached my stop, I got up and walked past myself, and headed home.

Fire, Fire, Fire OH!

We are now operating at 512 mb RAM, captain.

Join in the Chant!