elanya

I spent pretty much the entire day reading Hitman. I started last night (maybe a few issues earlier, but I think yesterday), but got through most of it today. It was as good as I remembered, and now I've finally seen the end, though I knew, basically, how it went. So apparently my fiction binging is very comics oriented - I still need to finish Treason's River, which is the third of the martin Jerrold books, which anyone who is a fan of Flashman should check out, especially if they are also a fan of Napoleonic era fiction, or naval fiction.... It's a good time.

I decided that since I missed the fact that yesterday was Friday, I would treat myself to some Wendy's. i walked out to get it. It was a nice night. Sometimes, walking at night makes me feel invincible. It is a thing I'm not sure I can explain. Sodium streetlights grant me special powers of Awesomeness. I rule the city. I own it. Tonight was one of those times. Alas it was a shot walk. I came back in, bursting with energy and music (incidentally, someone *must* do a shimmy routine to the Green Hornet theme), and played with Samson.

Now I am hyped up on diet coke, and I'm out of Hitman, and I am a little cabin fever-y, and I want to go *outside* more but i don't have a real reason to go, nothing to do, nowhere to go. I don't love this place enough that a walk for walking's sake would be enough.

Too much caffeine, probably. Too much Story.

And damnit all I want my people back!

Tomorrow, however, I must finish my SHA talk. I need to make sure I have everything in there that needs to be, and then cut it down. How anti-climactic! I want to live in a bigger world!