Gronk

That's the sound of my brain seizing up. Yup. It's 11 a.m., I've been at work for an hour and a half and my brain has just decided that it doesn't want to do anymore work. Now I have to find brainless things to do.

Pre·Sin·City

This month's pre-Sin party will be at our place. Two rooms for changing, one of which has a full-length mirror, and plenty of seating in the living-room. We'll also have cat-hair removal implements available for the inevitable souvenirs of Tharsis and Jazz.