In an uncharacteristic show of vigour, I got up and had a shower, then walked over to the grocery store to buy food to make a smoothie with, came home and made the smoothie (yogurt, banana, honey, strawberries, raspberries) communicated with a couple people like Joanna and Sarah. I have to go to work shortly. Technically it's new comics day but as usual I work too early to actually get there in time if I try to go to the comics shop as well, so that will have to happen tomorrow even though there's about four books I'm hotly anticipating. I like weeks like this: lots of comics that I'm waiting for, rather than wandering over to the shop to stare in horror at the bland recycled crap that's been foisted off on the nerds and having console myself with old Legion comics or Steve Ditko's Doctor Strange.
I know, I know, my life is so hard.
Last night, Christian and I went for Pho and then wandered over to Dolce to drink too much hot chocolate while he graded mock exams and I worked on the opening to a story. Story's sort of limp, flaccid, undeveloped at the moment - it fails to evoke the proper sense of energy, but you know: early days. It's not firing up my neurons like some other stories have, which means it could just as easily be another false start, but I wrote, dammit.
Drinks with Penny and Michael tonight.