Dropping in...

..and speeding back out just as fact. Pathetic to be a hit and run visitor to my own blog! I have to finish my weekend reunion post (yes, Debbie, I DID read your comments), but between a weird stomach bug (if you've seen TEAM AMERICA, just imagine the puppet puke scene and you have my Thursday night), a trip to Humboldt (luckily recovered enough to eat crab and oysters), those damnable CHILL rewrites (we hates them, we does, precious!) and a foray back into the land of Ebay selling to earn some extra cash for the equally damnable debt (we hates them even MORE...we kills them, we does!), my blogging brain has been set on sleep mode.

The worst part is that I really have been craving the writing. But though there's a desire, the will to stay up late enough to work on it beyond figuring out the where's and why-fores of windigos (a cannibalistic Ojibwa forest demon, if you're wondering what I'm talking about)...not a lot of energy left. But I'll get there...and I'll tae-bo every day too! And unpack the rest of my boxes! And find a cure for cancer!!! And...and...I'll...I'll...*snore*...

excuse me. It's past my bedtime.