Man, the dog days of Chicago summer are here. Hot and humid. Hazy! Argh! I sweat from 74 degrees on up, and we're way above that these days, with high humidity.
I got up early and banged out 1600 words on the book I'm doing right now. Pleased with that progress.
They're still apparently filming downtown. Leave it to Michael Bay to go over the top in his shooting downtown.
Editorial meeting in a few. Blech. Boring! Yawnsville!
I'm so stoked about having my own place -- I'm already plotting it out, carving out my own space. Paradise! Books! Plants! Art! Fun! Fun! Fun! So long overdue, but I'm in a great mood about it. Even with the career clouds on the horizon, I'm happy as can be, and getting happier. Getting Exene out of my mix is going to be so wonderful!
I'm taking the boys to see "Despicable Me" this weekend, since it got good reviews, and I think they'd enjoy it. And then a trip to the bookstore, and Jamba Juice. They'll have a good time, and I will, too. Those lil' guys are the best.
