i just sold some comic books on ebay and i can't remember where they are. i'll think on it as i sleep. there's only a few places they can possibly be. i thought they were with my other ebay stuff. they aren't. they aren't with the comic books, either. oy.
i curse my memory and doc tells me i never knew where anything was. that makes me feel a bit better, but i will feel a lot better once those comics are found.
i found the lost comic books i just sold on ebay. so those are packaged and gone. i don't even know how i found them. i just started looking through piles of papers and such in my workroom. they turned up pretty quickly. i've put the rest of the comics with the ebay stuff in the ebay box so this doesn't happen again. a night of panic for nothing. i just need to be more organized.
now i'm going to clear out some stuff.
i've been advised to trickle my podcasts. okay. so i'm not doing episodes on either podcast today. i've just got nothing better to do. and it is so fun.
i am surrounded by pages of poetry, all screaming at me to be read. but i am not being indiscriminite about it. i'm actually being quite picky.
i did episodes for both podcasts and then made recordings for tomorrow. saturday will be my day off. i just can't help myself. and it isn't like anyone is listening to the one on my site. it's sad really.
does my constant babble about whatever it is i'm doing getting to you?
am i just too depressed for you?
is my constant self promotion a problem for you?
i feel feisty
it draws me out of being bored stupid.