May 09, 2011 10:35
I feel good.
Not morally, of course. That never happens. But otherwise and in general, good.
The greatest thing about Celtic fusion punk is that it makes you want to punch tigers. In a good way. In a good-natured-split-lip way. There's no better way to express your joy to someone than with fists.
I'm quite a well-behaved monster nowadays. In a way.
Writing, writing, writing. So much writing. I break occasionally for exercise, errands and dinosaurs. I am surprised at how little of my writing involves cocks.
I refuse to believe that Cobra Commander has been shot.
I've come into some handy merchandise that I will be selling at MiDfur, all goes to plan. I'm quite excited about my stock. I think people are going to like what I have for them.
Fun, fun things lined up this week. To work!
craft,
busy,
work