I got craploads of stuff done yesterday around my apartment. I have guests tonight… I’m cooking dinner for the Weavers. Hey, I’d like to cook soon for more of my Ann Arbor area friends.

I’m feeling crappy, but better than I was twenty minutes ago. I feel just like I did after that near-all-nighter at Penguicon. Thank the gods for Motrin Sinus.

I have a second creative project, and I’m very excited about it. I just need to make sure that it doesn’t slow down my novel too much.