I edited and added an interview with Michel to book III.
Yesterday was almost entirely taken up with helping Paul. I also unplugged a restaurant toilet (it came pre-plugged) and helped a bunch of hard working nurses and techs avoid dealing with the mentally ill husband of one of the cataract patients (“Does your husband wear a hat? May I take you to him?” after I’d heard him screaming at the caregivers. They were abjectly grateful. srsly.). My day-sign told me to be kind to everybody today and I really tried hard to do that, including being kind to me.
Paul on Ativan. He’s basically a very cheerful fella, yanno? I could hear him chaffing with the doc and he unsterilized the sterile field and got a right talking to.
Then we couldn’t leave for 45 minutes because his BP was ludicrous. Calmed down nicely after a while.
He took me to LA Sushi for lunch, which happened around 4 pm. Then I walked home since, er, he couldn’t exactly drive. Although he offered to. Blind in one eye and cheerfully inflated with Ativan, no thanks I’ll walk.
I am disappointed on his behalf that brO is not getting his gaming weekend with his buddies and hope that the reason his friend bowed out is resolved soon.
I’m desperate to start writing again but I can’t find the chapter précis for the Midnight Moving book although I know it’s in my room, probably in one of these here boxes. I think I could probably reconstruct it and I probably should.
All those hand lettered brush fonts that look so cool now are going to be ghastly and sucky in five years.
I am TOTALLY IN WRITING WITHDRAWAL. And I want to work on XENOLEGUM instead of editing or working on what Jeff asked me to work on. BANG HEAD HERE SUFFERING BASTARD.