It's not done yet, I need to stay in gear, but two writing sessions in two days has to be good. It's called "15" and it is weird, which is what I normally get out of the random writing gig.
We are talking super extra buzzy weird here. I just need to hold back from telling you guys everything in a torrent of squee.
The almond cake is additively* good, it seems. Unless you are the two people in the house who do not eat almonds, one of whom bought the mix stuff.
I'm hoping I stay this way for a bit, because I am feeling happy and balanced, which is strange but welcome.
The Who thing is on soon - oceans of film montages with bland commentary made compulsory by the big secret. Uh, the less I say about the choices mooted in the press the better.
*firefox spell checker told me.