Right, right, I’d forgotten that the Sniglet already has a fiancée – I hadn’t actually gotten around to telling him about it yet, but I’ve remedied that, and even shown him her pictures. He’s not too impressed, to be honest. I told him that by the time he’s ready to get married she won’t be a baby anymore, but I don’t think he believes me. I’ll work on it.
So happy Friday the 13th, y’all! I went back to work for the first time in forever, and I discovered that I really like my job when I only do it for six hours at a stretch. The ten-hour thing, not so much.
And when I got home, I had MAIL! (Okay, html sucks, ’cause if I could I’d be drawing little stripey and shadowed letters and stars and lightnings and stuff, like in The Monster at the End of this Book, but I can’t. Grr.) from Samirah, and it is two CDs which will be fabulous as soon as I listen to them which I will pretty soon. And I am fantastically happy about them, and also nostalgic about when I had time to make fabulous art-collage envelopey-casey-things for stuff I sent or gave people. I still have the instincts, but not the time or headspace – this, for example, took me maybe five minutes. I’m glad he liked it, but I think it looks as rushed as it was, and he deserved better.
So my Friday the 13th was actually pretty good. They usually are.
Song du jour of the day: I Put a Spell On You, by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins.