Giiiiiihfu. This entire week has been 'mock the Catie' week, apparently.
Pyro located, recoverd and delievered
a book that is probably going to result in foaming death, especially since I cracked it to a random page and went 'coagulation WAT.' At least it looks like research was done, but still. Oh, it hurts my soul. (The summary is also mildly similar to my first draft of Waterstone, which worries me. More 'canon' to swallow - if I'm lucky this book takes place later than when my story is set, otherwise I've got more rewriting to do.)
(Note to self: get paid account, those stupid pop-up-link things are HELLA ANNOYING.)
Grimacing, the girl in the next cube keeps talking about old comics like she knows them hardcore and preaches them to people - only she didn't know who did The Spirit. Yet she carries a Spirit lunchbox. My soul, it escapes my mouth...
It's an icky, rainy day and I had to grab my coat and my hat today because, ugh. Pouring down rain.
At episode 14 of Ghost Hound, will likely finish it tonight. After I finish it I'll probably sit and catch up on Bleach; then move on to whatever's next in queue.
Thank god I'm off tomorrow. I need some sleep - and to clean. The apartment's getting really very grody. Ggggh, tired. And my jaw keeps cracking when I yawn. I just want a do-over for the day and it hasn't even really started yet.