wildcat

Well, I'm not. I'm waiting for my laundry to finish drying and then I'm going to have a shower to get rid of all the detritus from my hair (freshly cut by a guy at Jimmy's, for ten bucks). After that I'm going to pack. In mere hours, myself and two of my cohorts will be in Vancouver for the premiere of Matthew's The Great Retro Chic Revival which will of course be scandalously good. That's tomorrow night, anyway, tonight we're supposed to meet up with him and several other young Knowables at some place called "Honey" (Honey, darling) for drinks.

Been looking forward to this for weeks, nay, months. First time I've been off the island since August, and a lot has happened in the intervening time. I have to pack some clothes and figure out what reading material to bring - I'm a little over halfway through Middlesex - and I plan to spend some of the travel time working on some fiction. I really need to get my butt in gear and start producing again, because it feels like I haven't been. That story idea I had last weekend is worth pursuing, I think, so it's probably going to be that.

And away we go!