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When I got home from work at around nine-thirty last night, covered by an adhesive layer of dried sweat and book dust, I had a quick shower and settled down to collage my new rantbook - which I finished after midnight. Rubber cement is a lot messier than I expected, but the whole process was fun. It's quite surprising what will go on during an early stage in the game - Bjork's picture, for example - and then get covered over completely an hour later; first by a jigsawed male model and then by a postcard. The inside covers are mostly one big picture each, with some adjustments, and I think I like the back cover best - Mortimer Absinthe, the best thing about the Steampunk comic (which was a bit of an abortion in the long run, really), bits of Promethea, an eye reflecting a ticking time bomb Victorian clock. I should do this to more of my rantbooks, I think.

Went to a few antique stores on Oak Bay Avenue with Michael yesterday - ohgod, I've become one of those people - and looked at furniture. The surreal thing was wanting to come back in September when I have money to see if I still want a chest of drawers which looked 1950s with the rounded edge at the front. The prospect of adult purchases looms.

I'll be going downtown in an hour or two to look at the week's comics and the week's hot comic book guy at Legends, then I'll pick up Michelle for a quick sushi date. After that I need to find the opthamologist's office for tomorrow morning's crack of dawn appointment. Then it's home to clean up a bit before our potential roommate interview. I don't know if I need another "Andrew" in my life.

After that? The Saddest Music in the World! I'm excited.