Wow. Went back to my apartment, looked out the window and something seemed a little off.

I had no idea snow was piling up all around me. Or even on the way. Or even that it was cold outside.

I was fighting a cold most of the week--not quite over it yet, actually--and then burrowed in writing, and I don't think that I've actually set foot outside since . . . Monday? Hmmmm. I know I took the garbage out one day. Maybe Tuesday. I've got to get out more. Heeheehee. Tomorrow. Tomorrow night I get to celebrate. Haven't been out in Denver in two weeks. Not since Brokeback night. Will be hard to top that one. But I'll try.

I had a deadline today, and a huge burst of inspiration last night, so I kinda went crazy writing all day. Good day. Kinda ran out of steam around 6, but found it again after dinner and just wrapped up here at 11:56 p.m.

(Minus a quick break to create the new comment thread, obviously. I need a little break every hour or two, or I totally hit the wall.)

Kind of all charged up now, not sure what to do with it. I'm on a one-night-out a week policy now, and I'm taking tomorrow night off, so I can't go out. Plus I have to get up and back at it by 9. Too late to call anyone, but too keyed up to sleep. Shit, I still have to eat dinner! Forgot all about that. (Second dinner. I eat five times a day, don't actually have names for all these meals.)

And absolutely nothing on my mind to write to you about. Yikes. It's all Columbine all the time in my brain right now. And I'm not supposed to write about my book process on my blog. Hmmmm. Plus I'm freaking tired of writing today. But I miss you guys.

I did have the urge to write about The Colbert Report when I saw 10 minutes of it during feeding time today. That show is freaking brilliant. Way better than the Daily Show. (Sorry, Jon. I still love you too. Just not as much. Heeheehee.)

There is too much of them, though. Can't possibly squeeze in both of them. Lately I can't even squeeze in one.

Night night.