the world is not my home. i'm just passing through.
So very tired. But I'm trying to write--or at least start--the various book reviews I need to hand in, despite my complete lack of focus and the rather exceptional amount of pain I'm in tonight.
Man, getting old. Time to drown the pain in muscle relaxants. Augh.
New Shadow Unit before bedtime, by the way. I hope you like it. (It's not up yet.)