You know what this means, don't you?
Coffee break's over. Everybody back on your heads.
It means its time to start working on the Dust proposal, which I eye with mingled excitement (I don't wait well, which makes working to deadline a particularly insidious thing for me, as I can feel the damned things up there like so many swords of Damocles) and trepidation (I really am not yet ready to start working again, psychologically speaking. I could use another week of flop).
Anyway, boo book.
Oh, wait! I mean, yay, book! I'm excited to be working on this book! I love this book! It is so full of the cool I can't stand it!
Actually, it is so full of the cool I can't stand it. And when I have my tea and leftover Chinese food warmed up, I'm going in there, under a pile of Gary Numan, and I'm not coming out until I have eight more pages of cool written down.
But for now, the cat wants fed.
*makes a muscle*