Not Writing

Didn’t write.

Woke up at 6:30 am, kitten (Mr. Scribofelidae himself, pictured) curled around my neck, kneading my hair, licking my ear, thinking about my novel.

I should have gotten out of bed, but didn’t.

The rest of the day got taken up by helping my folks hook up their new HD TV, meeting up with [info]copperain for come lunch and catching up before getting together for a one-shot of space opera Tri-Stat. 

Michael … buddy … I’m so sorry about our gaming group. Now you know why I don’t game anymore! It’s too traumatic! 

Back-dating this, since I was so fucking tired last night … too tired to post.


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