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Welcome to DAY 5 of our "slight delay."

I think I'll just stop talking about the books release... just in case I'm am jinxing it by talking too much about it.

We are fixing the problem and everything should be rolling by next week.

I'll just formalling announce the availability of the book when it's already in my hands.


Raining again today.
I feel like the weather.

The NU107 Rockology at St.Scho was cancelled due to weather conditions.
That was the main reason I went on leave today, so that I could promote B72 at that event.

Rain
Rain
Go away
Come again
Another day

... I just want my comic book printed...

geezz...

I wonder if Gaiman goes through these things...

On Gaiman's blog, he was talking about seeing his son off to college and bringing his youngest daughter to meet her new grade school teacher. Just makes me wonder what it's like growing up in the Gaiman household. What stories does he tell his kids? Are his kids just "sick" of hearing all these fantastic stories? I know I wouldn't.

It is raining outside and now I have all day to do what I want.

Stangely enough, Karen and Bow have txtd asking what my plans are, as if they knew that I wasn't doing anything.

I've come to believe that there's no such thing as coincidence, that everything happens for a reason, that you get that flat tire because you were supposed to be late for the dinner because you were supposed to meet someone on that road, someone who'd come to help you.

So, I guess I'll just have to ride this wave, brave the weather, and see what the day has in store.

Hope to see you all soon at the comic book store.

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