I just finished Adventures in the Dream Trade, which is a book by Neil Gaiman about all sorts of random stuff.

I finished it because I spent an hour yesterday in my car waiting for the Weavers to get home so that I could pick up their keys for apartment-sitting purposes. I stuck around till about ten minutes until 8, and then took off back to the TWP. They called me later (while I was sleeping – which resulted in me not sleeping, but hey, at least they tried to contact me) and left me some voice mails, which I checked this morning. It ended up in me not having to worry about it. While the 20 minute commute would have been nice for a few days, I would have spent on food what I saved on gas. So, *SHRUG*, no big deal.

On the way back to the TWP, I had the most odd… thing… happen to me. I was suddenly frustrated, extremely sad, like someone was taking my heart and crushing it. I hadn’t felt the desire to actually cry in months, and it was almost suffocating while I was driving. is fine, my family is fine, and I’ve heard no reports of any tradgedies (well, any new ones) since yesterday. I worry about it, but it’s a background process.

So, since the book I was obsessing over (limited edition, numbered hardback edition, thank you ) is finished, I might actually *gasp* start Chapter 8. And no, since I was feeling so absolutely shitty yesterday, I went right to bed when I got home. I should really learn not to promise specific deadlines for typing things up. ;)

Also, as a side note, I haven’t finished any but one snail mail letter. I need to snag more envelopes from Dad and print out more return address labels. I’ll still write, but they won’t go out till tomorrow at the earliest.

Matrix: Revolutions was über-cool. Best movie I’ve seen in years, hands down. It tied up the trilogy perfectly. Two Skippy thumbs up.

Today, at work, I have letters to write and a checkbook to balance. Then I work out, have a snack to tide me over until I can get back to Shelby, then pick up the keys for apartment-sitting for the Weavers.

Today, at home, I have only two things to do before wonderful sleep. Type up Chapter 7 and pack for apartment-sitting.

I’m so damn sleepy.

WARNING: Spoilers in comments.

Argh. In the middle of a heated discussion over abortion at work. It’s fairly unpleasant. People bitch about killing babies, but will send kids off to war.

I can’t beleive how much seeing just recharges me to be able to deal with the world. Just retarded levels of goodness.

Anyway, I did most of Chapter 7 on Tuesday between Denny’s and Theio’s and such. Much goodness. Already have one stamp of approval and will be tying it up to send out soon. Never fear, rabid readers. ;)

I have letters to write, but probably won’t get to them until tomorrow. But, I -will- get to them.

It feels really, really right to be engaged. Dear gods, nothing has ever felt so right.

There were good conversations about free will and consciousness (I still think that free will is the ability to make a choice independant of a direct influence, and consciousness is the ability to create new choices, while thinks that free will encompasses both), good hangin’ out and videos with and his roomie, and several attempted (and fruitless) tries at catching up on LJ.

All in all, a great weekend.

So, after an odd day at work, I assembled my half-ass costume between a trip to Meijer’s and McDonald’s. Their fries are great snacks during craft-making. Heh. Anyway, I got that made and headed over to and ‘s place. I was early, as per usual, and got to help with preperation.

I picked up some italian salad dressing from the store, I decorated the walls with pumpkins, I unwrapped caramels for melting, and I dipped apples in them. And BOY, were those apples tasty. Then people started to show. As evidinced by ‘s pics, much fun and costuming was had. I giggled every time had to adjust. *snicker*

The food was fantastic, the Jager was well-toasted-to, the company was very good, and Strongbad spilled all of the Bondage Fairy’s food onto the floor. Way to go, Strongbad. Strongsad is SO much cooler than you.

After that, and I drove back to Lansing for some Beal Gardens Samhain action. Met with good old Eric Hildebrant and co. down there (That’s a dress!) and chitty-chatted before she and I went over to another area and did our own thing. She talked A LOT ( :P ) and then I did a short little story about this plaque that my dad got from his dad, and then I proposed to her.

She said yes. WOOHOO!!

Didn’t get to bed ’till 1:30 AM. Yesterday was a very sleepy day.