November 12th, 2002

Seawall

Hrm :/

Feeling an unusual wish just to go home right now, probably more due to the vanishing of my April Whitby Photos (I'm hoping I have backups at home) and the thought "if I had a nap I might manage the Calling" than any real dislike of work.

No hope for the party tonight; I'll never get home and fed in time.

Just feeling kinda sleepy. Also having the obligatory "bloody pointless" thoughts on the Novel plan.

And have y'all worked out the T-shirt yet?

And that's about it. Looking forward to meeting various people at various times this week.