August 8th, 2004


Today (in parentheses)

Today was singularly unproductive. I don't think I actually left the apartment. X-Box (Crazy King of the Hill in Blood Gulch is fu-un), a tiny bit of writing (naughty Gar), booking flights to Edinburgh (I'm taking the compromise option - one day of Icon, then off to Scotland on Sunday), some reading (history of the Medicis and another book about Elizabethan London, neither of which are grabbing me yet), and a game of the Dork Tower boardgame (I win by default, after I slaughter a 48-strength stack of monsters).

The good Mr. Varney just sent me the back cover of the Traitor's Manual. Sweetness.