Pre-con stress. I have no functioning mind. Sleep does not make it better. Drugs don't make it better. I hit my creative stride around 11:00 p.m., which is rather unfortunate since that's also my bedtime.
It's not even that there are huge tasks to accomplish. I just...AGH! HULK WANT TO BE PACKED! HULK WANT TO LEAVE!
Went to used bookstore at lunch, found (swear to God) an Enid Blyton three-decker (how on earth did it get here?) and Columbo Goes to College in Japanese. Totally kick-ass jacket painting. I don't read Japanese, so if anybody out there wants the actual book part to read, drop me a line.
Current Mood:odd
Current Music:bob segar - 'old time rock and roll.' yuck, yuck, yuck.