Contained Therein: Life. Nothing significant or important.

 

The weekend is just getting started here. Pazi and I had a quiet breakfast of soy chirzo and toast. There was a call with Trice, most of which I had to duck out to take a shower. I would have waited, but something is making me profoundly uncomfortable in a rather sensitive spot. Infection? Inflammation? Something.

Pazi and I are plan on walking to a nearby coffee shop for a creative session. I've come to enjoy these a great deal. It's a nice excuse to get out of the house, splurge on some coffee and/or pastry, and chat about story ideas. I may bring a book or two just in case I'm in the mood to read rather than create. My German book and Pazi's copy of CthuluTech strike me as a particularly good idea.

This evening we'll be heading over to Grant's for a night of friends, riffing, and poorly acted and written sparkly vampires. If Grant's tweets are any indication, New Moon sounds to be, ehem, quite a howler.

*ducks*

Somewhere in there, I hope to hit the gym. We skipped last night due to exhaustion.