There's a new hole in my world today.
"I'll give you sugar for sugar and let you get salt for salt."
I'm well into the final chapter of Cherry Bomb, which will be "finished" by Friday. Quinn and Charlee are about to descend into the hollow hills below Mount Auburn and face Isaac and Isobel Snow.
I'm a bloody raw scrap of brain. I'm smoking a catastrophic amount of marijuana. I haven't used weed like this since, probably, 1996.
The sky's a bit cloudy, but the air is mild. Currently, it's 52˚F and feels like 55˚F. There should be green soon. Tomorrow, we're promised 62˚F.
This is the last full week of the LJ as a day-to-day journal, so I hope I'll have something worthwhile to say. I hope I won't be too exhausted from work to make decent entries. I hope that people will comment. The final day is April 15th, the LJ's tenth anniversary.
Now, there's nothing else for it.
In a Lessened World,