‘Tis the day before Friday the 13th, the second in a row, and these are good days for me.

I need to be rested up for that, and not only because I’m going to eviscerate The Twenty-Seventh City tomorrow (assuming I can bear to finish it, and it doesn’t somehow turn around and deliver some kind of workable ending).

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2619 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Twenty-Seventh FUCKING City, Jonathan FUCKING Franzen
Comics: Gen 13 v2 37-39, Gen 13: Wired 1
Music: Faith, The Cure