So I got called out for my mushy post yesterday.  Thanks guys. :)

I slept a lot better last night.  It helped my mood initially, but I’ve been swinging a bit while I was here.  I think I’m just ready for a weekend.  Oh, and for the re-debut of my Mage game.  That’s right, , you suck.  Heh.

There’s all this meaningful stuff rolling around in my head, but it’s all little meaningful stuff.  Like, how I was all happy that I signed up for an IPM early, because was going to be jumping out of a plane that day, and then Deb posted about her bonfire, and I was all, “Well, shit.”  Then, after the small important thing about signing up early, the small happy re-realization that I was as spiritually at home amongst all that electronics as I am in front of a bonfire hit me, which made me smile.  There are little things about searching for the battery for the laptop that are pleasing, and make me feel like a real writer.  This is a reward for re-determining to work for the Ann Arbor Paper, as the hell calls today are a punishment for taking this long.  Little things.

I’m not all about this Maya Cosmos book by David Feidel, Linda Schele, and Joy Parker.  It’s well-researched, well-written, and such, but something about the Mayan artwork, how it’s so packed in and over-busy, makes me twitch.  I think I’m going to put it back on the shelf.

Transmetal Optimus Primal is now at my desk.  Optimal Optimus and Beast Machines Optimus Primal will come next week.  Soon… soon, I will have my weekend. :)