Wired

Wired for everything but sound. Ha ha ha!

Mental turpentine, this.

I guess some of it's good. There are a few graphic novels I really don't need to keep around. Conveniently, Tris will want most of them. Good trading fodder. My comic collection is very... trim and select... these days. Very good. A core of Sandman, Flaming Carrot, and Nocturnals, with a smattering of Sock Monkey and Kabuki. This, of course, is not including comic strip books (Peanuts, Mutts, Rarebit Fiend, Kliban et al).

I wish my room upstairs wasn't so cold, I'd be up there doing a bunch of weeding out. Plus it's only separated from the bedroom by curtains, so there's a risk I'll make a racket (I'm forever knocking things over) and wake Tris up. Poo.

Man, my innards are upset with me. Am proceeding with a course of lots of water, with a side of triscuits and cottage cheese. Maybe the dairy will help cut the acidity, the triscuits too, and the water to flush the system.

Deary, deary me what a saga.

On the small screen: MST3K "Terror from the Year 5000"