In no particular order, this weekend I've: -written more comic book script -written more short story -not written any of my next article for Savant -deposited a paycheck -used a part of said paycheck to take advantage of a rather excellent comic book sale -finished reading From Hell -started reading two other books (neither of which are Infinite Jest) -got some sleep -saw a play and improv comedy at a small indie theater -enjoyed Farscape, despite its more confusing elements. And (whited out for season 4 spoilers) can someone explain the deal with the gestated/frozen pregnancy - the whole Sebatian (sp?) physiology thing? I'm clear on the facts, but not clear about how they fit together. -fell asleep watching Into the Arms of Strangers - because I was tired, not because it was bad. -sat in the office of a self-storage place in Santa Monica *g* -walked over four miles of LA pavement, basking in warm sunlight and cool breezes, before collapsing at a coffee shop for an ice blended latte. -gone to see Reign of Fire (well, not yet - but ask again in five hours *g*)
And it wasn't very exciting. But it was good.
Now, to lay down, recover from my walk (didn't need to do yoga today - I'm all exercised out) and read a bit before venturing out to glamorous Santa Monica.
I don't know why I feel the need to say the following so much. Maybe it's because I feel like I was down a dark hole not so long ago, and it's good to remind myself that I'm almost out of that hole, that things are better, that--