Busy weekend ahead -- the type that requires preplanning, pointing at chunks of time and saying, "Okay, this is when I'll sleep, and this is when I'll read a book, and this is when I'll pretend that I don't have a ton of other commitments."
But I'm gonna get my haircut. Gonna Do Lunch and Eat Dinner and see some fine fine music-making and watch some fine fine short films.
And read and sleep and write, too. Yesterday I staggered to the end of the second act of High-Con Rom-Com (not to be confused with Po-Mo Rom-Com, and yes I know these names are silly but they're very fun to say). My Unrealistic Goal of completing the damn thing by November 2nd (thus giving me two good reasons to drink copiously that night) seems almost possible -- the third act is very slight, almost gossamer. It's pretty much all one big chunk of action. I can write a big chunk of action in eleven days.
I am also, as of last night, having a Halloween party at my apartment, which will segue into a massive expedition to the WeHo Halloween Carnival. Which is fun and awesome, but also means that Ultimate Cleanliness will need to be applied to the rest of my apartment.