It has been a long, long, looooong day. Not bad. Just long.

I had to get up at 7 this morning, people. 7 AM. On a Saturday. Yeah, I know, wah, but that's the earliest I've had to get up since I got canned -- excuse me, downsized -- last year, and it was quite a shock to the system. At least they had free coffee where I went. Always look on the bright side ...

Oh, yay. Now the whistling part of that song's stuck in my head.

Anyway. Where I went was Destination RSU, where upon arriving ten minutes late I wandered around for another twenty searching high and low for the Psychology Club's esteemed president, who I was supposed to help man the club's information booth. After said twenty minutes, I didn't find her -- which is freaky, because she's not the sort of person who just doesn't show up when she says she'll be there, and she wasn't answering any of her phones, and she hasn't returned her e-mail, and I really hope she's not dead or otherwise seriously incapacitated -- but I did find our booth, completely unmanned, with no information to share, no t-shirts, no free pencils or candy, no glossy brochures. Though we did have a big fancy banner with our club's name on it. Go us. So I sat down, put on my nametag, and proceeded to BS my way through the morning, because I really had no idea what I was supposed to be telling the impressionable young prospective students. Fortunately, only one student stopped by my table, and I think I fielded her questions pretty well considering I was pulling the answers out of my arse. Then the young 'uns and their parents were all hearded out of the building for a tour of the campus, so I got to sit for an hour or so twiddling my thumbs.

Well, not twiddling my thumbs so much as working on that final fight scene for DL3.3, a.k.a. The Chapter That Doesn't Want To End. At least I got us a little closer. Hopefully my esteemed co-writer for this round made similar progress on her road trip this weekend. Anyway, when I wasn't writing I was talking to Chad, a.k.a. Charlie Seven, the dee-jay/program director for RSU Radio who was doing a live remote, a.k.a. the guy from my church who used to live in my house. I gave him Last Exit's CD last week, and apparently it's already gotten a lot of airplay on the station. He's going to play the whole CD this Monday starting around 8PM Central, and my nephew and I and possibly other members of the band will be hanging out in the studio. Fun fun fun. Even if it is happening during the first new episode of Angel in a very long while and I was sorely tempted to bow out once I found out it would mean having to find out Wesley's fate on a tape-delay. But I didn't, so we'll be there. In case you care, the link up there is to the live audio stream, if you'd like to give us a listen. Though I don't expect to compete with Angel for your attention.

So eventually another member of the club showed up, who knew even less about what to tell people than I did, and then another who really didn't know any more but who is even better at BS than I am, and they showed up just in time for the other two students who stopped by our table. Apparently our big, shiny banner just wasn't the attention-getter they had hoped. And then it was time to go, which I did. I went home, for lunch, and to take care of some band business, before I had to go back to campus for a fun-filled afternoon of library research. While there I also used their computer to put the club newsletter together, because they have Word, which made it ever so much easier. Four hours later I felt on the verge of brain-deadness, and gave up and went home, where I sat in my mom's whirlpool tub for about two hours. It was heavenly, and I now smell wonderful. Just trust me on this. I really only meant to take a quick bath, but I'd printed off this fic to read while I soaked, and it was really quite good, and I lost track of time and read the whole thing before realizing I was getting all pruney. I just blogged the fic in Fic Picks over at DL, so you'll have to go look there for it, because I'm too lazy to blog it twice.

That's been my day so far. I finally pried myself out of the yummy-smelling swirly tub and fed myself, and now I think I'm getting a second wind. Or a third. Possibly fourth. At any rate, I've got some energy all of a sudden, so I'm gonna go get to work and see if I can't tame this out of control chapter and convince it to please end so that we can all get on with our lives and with the fic. Ciao.