Tweets and Twitterings from the Matrix Refugee

• 03:48 Hoo... things heating up in the Mansion, but I needs me sleep... Good night, sleep tight, don't let the elf drama keep you up all night... #
• 10:35 Good morning, all! Off to get my check and take care of library books in Lowell... #
• 13:27 Not the most productive day of coffeeshop writing #
• 13:30 Managed to come up with a few ideas for Story Lottery #
• 15:26 Whoa! New computers at the Lowell library! #
• 23:21 Just back from the Vokes Theatre, saw Book of Days, which I can best describe as a Darker & Edgier "Our
  Town" #
• 00:02 One of the Story Lottery stories is shaping up to be a YnM/Kushiel's Legacy crossover of its own, based on a certain chat I mentioned #

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Crazy-busy day at work

I suspect everyone was in the store today, getting their shopping done, so they could enjoy the spring-like weather that we're supposed to have tomorrow. Everyone's all ready for spring, and here I am feeling like the first day of winter was just yesterday. The problem with spring is, that means summer is coming, and that means mosquitoes, hot, humid weather, more mosquitoes, bright sunlight that blinds me, even more mosquitoes, kids getting rowdy in parking lots across the brook, and did I mention mosquitoes??

So I'm enjoying what's left of winter by curling up beside the fire while reading Roadkill, which is shaping up to be all kinds of awesome. Except that one bit in Chapter 2 which broke the brains of two of my headspace dwellers, including one guy who's a freak: you know something has to be freakin' freaky if it freaks out a freak. Also, four words: Road Trip From Hell. It's gonna be a fun, bumpy ride. If I could just stop imagining Richard Speight, jr. aka the Trickster from Supernatural as the Puck.