Its been a week, I think. Not much to say about last week. A lot of writing. This weekend we finished Broken, Bleeding, Mended, though it's yet to go up.. In the middle of planning now for the next thing.

I don't know why our cooking has been so bad lately. The depression, probably? It seems like everything we cook turns out badly. Hoping tonights dinner-- sandwiches--- can't be messed up.

I feel disorganized, and longing. There are things I want to do, but there are other things that I want to do in front of and in conflict with them. Part of the problem with being a system, really. And definitely a problem with being kin.

Oh well.

The weather's nice today, though later in the week the temperature is (sadly) going to go back up to the low 80s. I miss the colder weather up north, but admittedly I like the less snow down here.

I don't know I don't really have any 'point' of writing today I just didn't want to stop journaling.

Had a rather lovely lunch with Deluge (koala) on saturday. Wings at the "Boneyard". They were really good though very heavily sauced. we walked around the mall. Put air in the tires. Discussed our writing. All good stuff.