wildcat

Went and picked up the cheques for the DJs from the pride prom, to be handed out later today if all goes well; Jason and Stephen should be stopping over here after Jason gets off work. It's been a delightful day and I had lunch with Ryan and Paton at the I.Q. Bistro - probably a bad idea with regard to money, but whatever. I'm going to spend most of the rest of the day cleaning up my room, decorating the new parlour downstairs (the drawing room?) with my dad's photographs, and then doing some writing. I've spent the past few days in a bit of a commotion, which my bedroom reflects: it's all disheveled. I try to avoid having strict writing rituals I need to go through, so that I can be limber and strong no matter what, but I always find it easier to write at home if I've cleaned my room up first. It focuses my powers. The laundry's all been done and I can straighten things up a bit.

Last night was productive, but I fell into a bit of a vodka fiasco when I wasn't paying attention: drinking it mixed with Country Time lemonade (which has never seen a lemon, as Matt pointed out) gave the whole thing the appearence of watered down urine. But it tasted good and the fiasco sidled up to me from behind when I wasn't paying attention. Casey was there which was exciting, and Danika came again. No Emily, though. I fear she may have been kidnapped by Fu Manchu.

Got the beginning of a story last night. The question is, can I maintain the first person narrative voice? He doesn't have a name yet.