I have so much volume to talk about, and it doesn’t want to be put into words… too small of a medium, you understand.

I had a dream the night before last that is still affecting me.  It felt like some outside force was controlling, re-focusing, and twisting a normally recurring dream along a strange path.  I was hesitatnt about going to sleep last night, because of this.

My excitement for spending this weekend up north is boundless.  I’m sure it has something to do with moving forward on a creative project, one that will help free me from corporate slavery, not to mention filling this creative emptiness I’ve had since finishing the novel.

My reader’s copy of the American Gods preferred edition finally came via FedEx today.  I don’t have to crack the spine of the hardbound in JAPANESE SILK copy.  The signed copy.  The numbered copy.  Oh, and did I mention, this version is Neil Gaiman’s preferred version, and what he’d rather have seen hit the shelves?  That’s right, you’re jealous.  And ‘s mom isn’t going to b0rk this one up. :)

I’ve been invited for ham tonight, where I will drop off pictures of tartan.  Plaid, if you will.  Then laundry and packing.  Like I said, I’m excited.