i had PLANS today, and they involved leaving the house and getting some writing done (by which i mean, ideally finishing something enough to post it, because i'm tired of talking about the stuff i want to write, rather than actually showing it to you in all its unbeta'ed straight-from-the-head-to-lj glory) and going on a nice walk and maybe taking ( Read more... )

by noon today i had not only hauled my ass out of bed and gotten dressed, but also had a haircut (it's shorter! and has a shape again!), picked up my comics (well, comic), and gotten my car inspected (it passed). and, er, contemplated hipster!steve and punk!bucky, because of course i did (very cute in my head). i had not however had breakfast ( Read more... )

scott caan was in my dream last night, writing a letter to his daughter. like, on notebook paper, with a pen. he'd write a couple lines, scribble out a word, write some, cross something else out, etc etc. and i kind of leaned over and said "you write letters like i do", meaning with all the writing and the crossing out and the scribbles. except ( Read more... )

today i:

woke up early (for me)
went to the post office
mailed off invites for mom and dad's anniversary party \o/
picked up my comics (american virgin - apparently the last issue o.O - 100 bullets, and an astro city one-shot) and persepolis 2got into a discussion with the guy who owns the comic shop and the woman in line behind me, who asked us ( Read more... )