Cusp

So close...so close to blogging, and yet...not.
So close in my headspace, even, to some sort of whole new more grown up, doing something-with-my-life, sitting-down-and-goddamned-actually-progressing kind of writing scheme thing, perhaps. Just maybe.
But not yet.

Maybe when I get this show out of the way. Threesome, everybody! Next Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday at Cloud 9 (aka the upper common room) at Uni. 3 bucks! That's a lot less than a dollar per laugh (hopefully).

Saw Mission Impossible 3. Got home. Rushed here to make an update, but someone had already beaten me to it. Bastards.

Right then.