Yes, the thing you are all wondering. 

 

We shall tacklepounce it with all haste.

 

Yes I have been writing the book instead of this crazy blog! There are only so many keystrokes in a day after all. Like last night when the hour approached 11:30 and I was like, "But… writing!" I was deep into the flow but I knew I had to get up the next day early to continue to do silly, pointless things for clueless people, as is my current lot in life. Thus, writing once again had to be put on pause as sleep was obtained and dreams were forged out of the very peppermint center that feels as though I am rushing down an icy mountain with two flat sticks tied to my under-shoe. Actually this is a bad analogy because dreams are the gooey center of the Cadbury Sleep Egg, while your loathsome winter sports continue to baffle and annoy me! I digress. 

 

Anyway, I came up with the plan for book 3, go me! And a very, very, very tiny tentative plan for the overall theme of book 4. Huh. All thanks to an offhand comment made by one of my characters, reaching out from the pages of imagination to strike the very keys of destiny. I am but the puppet, while the characters of my tale are the puppet masters. One would think it would be the other way around. How little you understand.

 

So yes, 45,000 achieved, more chapters written. I only stopped because I need to figure out what Dean and Yasui have been working on behind the scenes for their big "fight" sequence that's all in their heads.

 

Blew past a whole chapter of Homestuck, in the hope the writer would return from the deep end, and lo, he did, and the story became comprehensible again. The main problem was that each character spoke in their own le4tsp33k which got really old, really fast, because it was impossible to read and keep straight.  Kind of like certain characters in that old comic strip, Pogo. 

 

Are we rocking the hyperlinks tonight my friend? We so are! *air guitar solo*

 

My phone died, finally. I mean, tragically. I was trying to dial out to test John's google voice thing that routed phone calls to his iPad, and I just got an error. Couldn't call me either, it just went to voicemail. Weird. It looks like it's going to work, but, no such luck. Options are discussed.

 

Ran late most of today, thanks to my inability to follow my own darn directions while driving. Cursed weaknesses. Got my Buddy Bruce his internet adapter, listened to his lying stories, and unjammed his printer. (not in that order) Seems he's lost the battery to his laptop, which he wanted me to put in for him. I guess he didn't even try, did you, you filthy excuse for a human? I know you didn't: you couldn't find the battery to try it with. You did not have trouble putting it in because, in your words "my hands just aren't working too well" but rather because you had no battery to insert. And you wonder why I believe every word out of your mouth is a lie? I have the proof before me. 

 

Wow, also rocking the italic text, I guess. I mean business, make no mistake sir/madam reader.

 

Other silly people were set straight. I've been pretty busy.

 

Three for tomorrow, one from yesterday that's not too far from me. Something is interfering with his wireless or something? I gave him a brand new router and he says he's still having problems. Weird.

 

Then the Aged One, of course, which will be paroxysms of rainbowish delight I have no doubt. Is it not said that Friendship is Magic?

 

Game saturday? Perhaps not. Sean is feeling a bit ill, let us all wish him a speedy recovery from those nasty microscopic beings that dare to invade his inner space. So un-gentlemanly. He again calls for the previously ill fated Perfect Horizon game. Perhaps the player characters will not wish each other dead with this latest attempt? We can dare to hope. 

 

Oh yeah, walked in on Squeaker killing another mouse for his amusement. It was laying there on its back, so I thought it was dead, and grabbed a tissue to pick it up. Imagine my surprise as it wiggled! It was cut and bleeding, and I have no free mouse receptacles, so I've made a temporary abode out of a tall wastebasket and put him in my room while he recovers/dies. He wasn't bleeding too badly, and was still alive the last I checked, so perhaps he'll pull though. Did I tell you he got a chipmunk a few days ago? He ripped the tail right off, but I managed to catch him and release him outside. Where he will probably die of infection? Go me? Wait…

Reasonably, what else could I have done?  I can't exactly keep a chipmunk in something around here, can I? Tail or no tail. Sorry buddy. Good luck out there.

 

Pesterchum is currently trying to get into my room, mouse must be moving around? Oh, that's his new nickname, you'd have to read Homestuck to understand the reference. 

 

Time to pull the bed out of my captalog and see if I wake up in the god tier!*

 

 

*low probability of that happening.  

 

Enjoy your weekend, pushing 70, so GOSH DARN EXCITED.  I'm not pushing 70 you sillies, I'm not that old, I mean the outside ambient heat levels. Sillies.