Ugh. A rather terrible night’s sleep, combined with very little in the way of work to do at work, makes Brent unhappy. Particularly when Brent’s stomach stages a violent revolution.
I did manage to practice my violin briefly, and draw a practice sketch, before obssessively staying up late, my eyelids drooping, to finish ripping yet another CD to mp3.
I also chatted with Saalon (his beautiful new Apple PowerBook arrived today), hashing out some of the ideas we’d had regarding the future of webfiction.
And now, to bed.
…By the way, how do people who watch TV (beyond, say, one or two weekly shows) get anything done?