Awake

[avram]

The problem with getting up at 1:30 in the afternoon is that it leaves one with no urge to sleep come 1:30 at night. I needed the con recovery, but I also need to be up tomorrow when the Ikeans show up with my shelves and Wil’s wardrobe.

Ah, shelves! I can unpack my reference books (a row of O’Reilly books, some big DK children’s books for artistic reference), my comics TPBs, the cream of my fiction. I’ll need more shelves eventually, but this should do for now.

Then I ought to head over to Brooklyn, pick up one or two of those small drawer units, check the mail, get my painting shirt. (All the shirts I’ve got over here are too nice to muck up with paint.) Should be able to do that and get back in time for the new Buffy.