Fuck, I am so blearily conscious, I feel like a person made of goo.  Was gonna try to write or paint today, but I might just ooze across the floor instead.

And I’m going to the symphony tonight to listen to sci-fi music (one of the things they’re playing is some kind of history of star trek, and if DS9 gets shafted once again, I will be a deep frown). The event is hosted by George Takei.  I am a winner.