Another Saturday night.

Yesterday was ... different. Not in a bad way. Just different. I had far more than my fair share of sugar and caffeine. Which I sorta' like. And spent part of my Saturday evening sleeping in an airport parking lot. I'm thinking that this is all the information you need to see what I mean by different. Basically, I didn't do anything and in the process of doing nothing did a lot.

I think I wouldn't mind doing it again. It was surreal and life can always use more surreal moments. Or hours.

I am tired and worn out and a bit stressed. Money. Ain't it always about the green? Never quite enough to go around. Now, don't get me wrong. Things are "okay", just a bit stressed. And my weight! Holy cow. Everyone seems to think that I'm too skinny and have been trying to feed me. Apparently they're doing a fantastic job because I was 165 yesterday morning. I feel bloated and lethargic and uncomfortable.

I'm hoping to send the first issue of PULP off to be printed within the next two weeks. Hopefully, all of my "mess" will be cleared away by then. Hopefully.

I'm reading the second of the "JUMPER" novels and enjoying them a fair bit. Speaking of books, I saw that the forth "ODD THOMAS" book is out and now I need that one too.

The newest season of DOCTOR WHO is nearly over and the season has been good again ... so far. Of course next year their doing a shortened season. WHAT!? Like twelve episodes isn't short enough already?! What they need, what the world needs is another really cool Brit show to fill in the Doctor Who lapses ... I'm thinking like Morgan Stone: KNIGHT-WOLF. I mean, I'm not prejudiced or anything but I can really hear Morgan with an English accent and who ever said that city he runs around ain't London? Or Cardiff? Or, or, or ...

This is cool.



Lewis Smurthwaite. This guy has become my Doctor Who source. It's how I stay informed. Watch his stuff.

I feel soooo tired.

That's all ...