Not Working

My hangover is trying to kill me, the nano meet last night was a mess but a kind of success, but I may have been too drunk. I then went elsewhere and got more too drunk. Had my first ‘old fashioned’ though, which was a very very tasty thing to do to bourbon.Luxuriant.

Payday, as usual is accompanied by a complete loss of self control. I’ve even gone so far as to order clothes (and prints) from America from two particularly choicey web comic artists. Kazu Kibiushi is just incredible (as I’ve mentioned before), and Sam Logan is idiosyncratic, and well aware of the commercial viability of selling T-shirts with LOTS of Ninjas on.

You really can’t go wrong.

But I can, I’ve also ordered Grim Fandango, because it’s day of the dead (thanks to Amuirin for reminding me) .

So yeah, no self control.

Tonight is a top notch gig by a friend of mine. Really incredibly high quality Pop, essentially. Lovely stuff. But probably more trouble.

Obviously, the problem right now is that I’m prevaricating. I should be novelling, or at least treating my hangover…instead I’m wasting time on the internet because I’m scared that words won’t come out.

The first days wordcount was achieved just after midnight on the First…and was mostly about the MC (still unnamed, but from now on I’m calling Unreliable Narrator) sitting in a cupboard.

Stream of consciousness is fun, but doesn’t always work…bum.

Now I need to leap back and actually have some kind of effect. Or ideally a narrative.

Argh.

First a bath, a cup of tea, and an end to this blogging.

But first (it’s funny how many firsts you can have in this context), a quick day of the dead name check.

For Nanna Connie, Grandpa Roy, Grandpa Jim, Godmother Julie, Helen, Alison, Harry and all the others, so much love, and joy in your lives, and now in your deaths, I find my memories still full of laughter and cheer at the thought of you.

More importantly (not really, but kind of) for Will. All my love is still for you. When I listen to music, you are in my head, listening with me. It just makes me enjoy it more. You were a marvel, a miracle, and when I think of you I am joyous. The times we had were magic. I laugh everytime I hear Deck the Halls, because all I can think of is you and me trying to punk it up on your piano. Also, everytime I pick up a guitar, I still try to pick out the bass line from Wilhelm Aloysius Bong, no matter how bored I got when I was watching you meticulously refine that song, I still loved it. Thanks. I loved every minute. There’s a million of these tiny memories I could mention if I had the time. Just suffice it to say that they’re still there, and I get them out often.

Good luck, much love, and good to see you again.

Kinda.

Love to everyone who’s moved on.

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