Isn't this supposed to be the resting day?

I made my reservations for Denvention last week. I'll be trying very hard over the next few months not to think about how much I dislike flying.

I spent about an hour this morning updating my website, 'cause it needed it, and if I waited until I finished with the book, it would have needed it worse.

There's a short story picking at the edges of my brain, and it won't behave and wait its turn.

I finally figured out how to redeem those I-tunes cards we got for Christmas, and am now the proud owner of Rama Lama Bang Bang, Voodoo Child (Rogue Traders, not Jimi) and Collide (which, despite numerous listenings, still made me cry so hard I had to run to the other room to dry my face.)

Okay, earbuds back in, fingers back on the keyboard. (And no, I won't be watching Da Game. My fondness for football is solely limited to college ball, and the two men in my house like football less than I do. I know, weird...)