Holy cats I am tired. All I ever feel like I do anymore is drive and stand and drive back home. I'm not complaining though, because considering that I have so few expenses right now it will be good to stock up the cheddar in a shoebox under my bed for a couple months so when I do have mad bills to pay later on it will be there.

The James Family stuff was just pouring out as soon as I got home from the last two Janet Drive shows, but I'm sad to say nothing new has been laid down this past week.

No short fiction tonight, just a sparse update from yours truly. I hope everyone's doing well and the two roommates already in 965 are hanging in there without the luxury of the rest of our company.