Yeah, I’ve been overworked recently. Which hasn’t left me much time to think anything. I mean story stuff, sure. And editing things. I’m thinking those. But not normal person thoughts. Those had to go away for a while. I have a window fan in my living room. Even in winter it pulls air out. Keeps the place from getting too hot. Yesterday, somehow, I turned it to “exchange” so one canister was pulling air in.

Now this fan has a temperature display which lies. Always has. It’ll say 70 when it’s maybe 65 and so on. But still. I woke up this morning and though it might be a bit nippy in the hallway and then I spot the fan. 35. Well fuck me that would be why.

Yesterday it took me two tries to remember a letter to mail. I left my apartment, got down the stairs and put my hand on the building’s door and “Oh yeah the letter!” and back up the stairs.

Except the first time I somehow, I don’t know how, left the letter again. Got back down the stairs. To the front door. And remembered the letter. So back up the stairs, now cursing.

This weekend the load should come off some, which means the stuff I haven’t had time for crashes back and overworks me for a week or so and then it all settles back down to normal. Normal means a novel, comic editing, writing comics, two webcomics. At the same time. Easy-peasy!

But regardless, yeah I’m a bit out of it. Sorry, spaced out there while writing this. Not that you could tell. I could tell. But there you are.

Actually I tell you what. I will link you to a picture that will sear into your brain. Don’t click on this. There’s that done, then.

Tomorrow I am going to watch the horrible show Smallville, which I hate, because it will have the Legion on it. Shut the fuck up, you don’t know my love.

Also, no, I don’t know. I want a night off with a movie and some company and maybe some beers. Ah well. In a few weeks.

How’s by you?