I guess sometimes the universe really does balance itself: I missed the black belt ceremony last night, but got the snow day in return. I wish I could then say I was productive today, but no such luck. I’ve been running on tilt for a while and instead had a Didn’t Do Shit Day.
It felt goooooood.
First off, I burned through the rest of The Wheelman. Talk about a page-turner! It’s been a long time since I finished a book this fast. I think I’ll move straight on to Swierczynski’s The Blonde and forego Dance of Death for now. This is a perfect example of what I’m looking for when I said I wanted to shake up my reading.
Then I remembered I had yet to watch the Sons of Anarchy season finale. I rectified that over lunch, and while it wasn’t as eventful as I had hoped, it was a good cap to this season and set the tone for next season. It’s been one of the better new shows, in my opinion, and I’ll keep on watching.
I browsed everything else the DVR has been holding for me and remembered I still had to watch this season of The Closer. I had myself a marathon, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Now I have to wait until the end of January to find out what’s going to happen to Detective Sanchez. Curse you TNT!
And I didn’t feel one bit of guilt about not writing.
Why not, you ask? Because yet another project has gone up in smoke. I had a deadline for a short story this month, but today I found out it may not happen after all. Story of my frickin’ career.
I’m sure I’ll get over it. I’ve got VisionCon coming up next month, and there’s still this comics project, but today I just don’t give a fuck.