I'm going to skip talking about work except to say it was boring and it should be Friday already.
Had another weekly Smogworks meeting with David and Mike. Exciting stuff.
Felt sort of ... blah on the way home. Not really melancholy, but something less than normal.
It wasn't until I heard the first few lines of "Toy Soldiers" that I realized what it was.
"Today I strike out on my own
The dog is dead. The kids have grown
I fell asleep in my writing chair
I dreamt I found my childhood stare
To family dinner Christmas night
Across the river shipyard lights.
Before the heartbreak and unknown
Today I strike out on my own."
I'm feeling the urge to road trip, or maybe just a change of scenery ... and going to Seattle doesn't seem to count. It's probably a good thing
duaiwe and I are driving out to Chicago in May .. but that's in May. Wonder if I can convince work to send me to Denver so Mike and I can finish the renderfarm software..
On the way home I stopped in to Borders to buy another copy of
INFECTED (doing my part to get
Sigler on the New York Times Best Seller list) Thought about buying three or four and giving them away to people, but I only saw three copies in the store (two on the New Releases table and one on the Horror shelf) and didn't want to buy out the store...
Wandered the aisles and grabbed four more books: The Death of Superman, Superman Doomsday, The Return of Superman, and Serenity: Those Left Behind. These join the pile of trade books / graphic novels I have yet to read ...