Wednesday, 25 September 2002

Just discovered there was a journal entry I hadn’t posted (Sunday the 22nd), so I just did. In it, I talk about Carreg Wen’s Academia and our inability to say no.

We’re pretty sure we have to say no now, though. I had this niggling suspicion in the back of my mind that Keilyn and Ormswyn’s wedding was the same weekend, and I’ve confirmed that it is. Now, that’ll be in Baltimore, so we need to check and see what Ken’s frequent flyer miles are like and so forth, but we really hope to go. It’d be great to see them, and any other Brit folks who also come over for it.

In other exciting news, I checked the Styx website for tour dates (for no good reason, because there aren’t supposed to be any other shows other than the casino date in WA and the two benefit concerts), and lo and behold, in December there are two southern California dates and two Vegas dates! I am so there, baybee! And ticket prices from VA aren’t that bad, so I’ve e-mailed Ken and suggested that a flight for Sarah would be a good Yule present for me. Hee hee.

Otherwise, I’ve been totally useless today. I didn’t want to wake up, for one thing. Even though I had two very strange dreams. The first involved a rambling one-story farmhouse that Sarah lived in, and a party that seemed to be going on—or maybe we all sort of lived there, including Xander from “Buffy”. At one point Sarah and I were going to go grocery shopping, and we went outside and it was mega windy. I asked if it was a hurricane, even though I started scanning the horizon for a funnel cloud. (Seven years with a meteorologist and I still don’t know the difference in my dream?!) She said no, but we went back inside anyway. The second involved me dry luging (what do you call the luges with wheels?) down a freeway (!!) past white tigers in a cage because Siegfried and Roy’s caravan had broken down (okay, that came from the stupid commerical that’s on right now with them in it), under an elephant (?), and passing in front of a bus, narrowly missing it. Very strange. Then I was in a house or condo of some sort, again with lots of people, and I couldn’t find Ken, but Spike was sort of helping me look.

Anyway, eventually I rose, but ended up lying on the sofa reading. Ken was home because his flight to Portland didn’t leave until this afternoon. We romped for a bit and then he raced through his shower and packing and left. We never went out to buy groceries, so although I won’t starve, I certainly won’t be eating well-balanced meals for the next few days (remember, my car’s in the shop. They towed it this morning.). I also didn’t get to the post office…

So I read e-mail and journals, slowly, and now it’s nearly 4 p.m. and I’ve done nothing on my To Do list. Ack. I guess I should fix the stuff in the Gate Booklet that Ken found when he proofread it. It’ll be nice to have that project done. The files for the Combat Booklet arrived this morning… My goal is to take both of them to the copiers on Friday evening before we head to San Diego for Collegium. At the very worst, one goes on Friday and one goes on Monday.

Heh. Totally in a manic phase now. Called Sarah and suggested we write a Silhouette Blaze novel together. I already have a premise. We’re so totally there. This is going to be fun! We’ll start by tossing ideas back and forth and hashing out a reasonable plot outline so we both know where we’re going. Then, when we can, one of us will visit the other and we’ll spend a week writing it. We could totally do this. Why has my favourite word become “totally”?

Gate Booklet is done, printed, and ready to go. “Under a Double Rainbow”, an erotica that Teresa and I have co-written for an anthology, is done and printing. I’ll deal with the Combat Booklet (which is semi-designed and confusing me right now) tomorrow, and do a couple hours of copy editing then as well. So now I have 35 minutes until “The West Wing” finishes taping. What to do? I think I’ll shower.

Showered, watched some TV. It’s 1:30 a.m. I’m not sleepy. I should be, but I’m not. I’m not really up for doing any writing, but if I start watching the two-hour premiere of “The West Wing”, will I have the willpower to turn it off midway through? If I stay up and sleep late, it’ll throw off my schedule and I won’t want to get up for classes at Collegium on Saturday morning. Who determined when morning starts, and where can I find them and hurt them?