Same shit, different day

[mousme]

This weekend was officially Not Restful, although I had bucketfuls of fun at band practice, my belated housewarming, and the game on Sunday.

Thank God today was quiet at work.

The question of the week is: "Is your metaphorical sink shiny?"

I wrote my 100th instalment of Beyond the Pale today. It'll be posted next week. I'm excited. I think I won't participate in the 3-Day Novel Challenge this year. I think that's a wee bit much to ask of myself, given everything else that's going on. I'm going to get one more NaNo under my belt, and if that goes well, then I'll participate next year. I'll have more money then, too.

I was going to go to bed early tonight. I got sucked in by LJ and blogs and stuff.

Tomorrow there will be cooking. Muahahaa!

Comments

[baronscartop.livejournal.com]

Congrats on the hundredth.

I'm actually at 66; I printed them up and read on PT, hilighting bits I wanted to comment on. Course, finding time to write the comments is less easy than reading during a commute.

I was trying to hit 100 concurrently with you, but that just ain't gonna happen. Besides, I watched Count Of Monte Christo Sunday night, so I just *had* to start reading Captain Alatriste - you'll understand in my next few posts to Aug Writ.

t!