Today was an official day of not much. I went out for a little while, to the Post Office to run an errand for Erica, to Target to buy a padded envelope for to send Laura's sand dollar back to her, and to Borders to look at all the lovely things that I ought not to be buying. I talked myself out of buying the sixth Sandman book, although thinking back on it I'm not sure why. I know that I'm going to be buying it eventually. There's no point in delaying the inevitable. Well, this particular Inevitable, anyway. Of course, I could use that argument to convince myself to buy the remaining five books all at the same time, and somehow I don't think that I ought to be spending $100 on that right now. I suppose that restraint is actually a good thing here.
Speaking of Neil Gaiman and of comics, I'm really wanting to read 1602, but am resisting because it won't be finished before I move. I think I'll wait until it's all released together in book form. I'm counting on it being collected in book form . . .
And speaking of moving, the other day I watched the episode of Michael Palin's Travels: Full Circle in which he visits New Zealand. And instead of getting excited and anticipatory about where I'm going and what I'll be doing, I got terrified. Serious thoughts along the lines of "What the hell am I thinking?" predominated. The sheer terror passed, but there's still definite fear there. October 12 is really freaking close. And I'll be leaving home even before that. I may just be crazy.
But that's why they love me.
Whoever "they" are.
Pay no attention to me. I'm just going mad.