"I have to drop your Portuguese exchange student off at what time in the morning?"

I don't get up majorly early very often but when I so, it always amazes me exactly how much you can get done. Exchange student delivered safely to her bus (though I wouldn't guarantee safety beyond that if the Victorian fog that's hanging around doesn't lift), I got back, tidied the kitchen, took Hector out, read a couple of chapters of A Prayer For Owen Meany, made a list of other things I really need to get through today and then remembered I had never watched the second season of American Horror Story. One episode in and it appears to be made of good materials... it also has a great line in promo posters:

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That was yesterday. Somewhere along the line I picked up some crappy virus and finally fell asleep on the sofa and slept for nearly 12 hours which is more than twice what I normally get - and oddly woke up not feeling refreshed but with the notion that I should continue work on the expanded Black Dye White Noise photo book that was on the table a while back.

What's a poor boy to do but put some more American Horror Story on and dig it out to see what needs doing. I used to shake my head in wonder that some of the writers I follow seemingly took forever to finish what sounded like a fairly simple project - and now I know why.

Right now though, I need to wrap up an interview I was working on with the mighty Chet Zar. If you don't know him, look him up. More later. Head is too full of good stuff not to post again today.