Having got all my copy in yesterday, I find myself in the strange position of having nothing immediate to stress about.

What a weird feeling.

To clarify, the copy that I put in was three or four live reviews, four album reviews and two interviews. They just kept coming into my inbox, and I'm vain enough about being a minor go-to guy to not say no. Getting it all in was hard work.

No matter, I'm going to enjoy the weekend, then Monday I'm going to engage in some serious life-hacking.

Also: word is that my father is attending a conference in Cape Town, South Africa. Knock on wood that he doesn't get shot.

Other news: I have been coming up with ideas for short stories. I wrote one last week, in between dashing out drafts for reviews (my sister was curious, so I sent her a draft to peruse and tell me what she thought), and I've got to write out another. The one that I wrote is a modern twist on crime fiction, and the other one (to be written) is a black comedy supernatural story, that will probably work better as a short comic.

Anyways, I'm heading out, because one of the things that I decided I'd do when I was finished this round of writing was raid the TK Max for some more shoes.

Over and out.

-J