And now we are at Game. Game is at Lord Buffington's place this week, because the Lady Buffington is unwell. So while we are waiting for Mark to finish his character (this takes several hours, due to the level of supervision he needs), I went ahead and installed an SVN solution.

This is because Jon was kind enough to set one up for me -- so my fanfiction is safe and accessible forever!

But I was lazy, and never got around to setting it up on my laptop until now. Unfortunately ... I forgot to bring a list of the settings. -_-

So much for that idea. This time, anyway. At least I got it installed.

Good gravy I'm busy. Turns out that our store (independent bookseller, of course) was one of the few chosen to supply books for the Book Expo coming up next month. This is pretty awesome, in general.

Now, I lose track of exactly how many books are in our (management detests the word chain, so:) company, but I know we're number nine. I think it's eleven. Anyway, we've got those stores, and a warehouse. The warehouse is cool, because we have a truck which runs things between our stores, and this lets us ship things in bulk from all stores to a specific vendor.

Which is probably more info than anyone reading this cares about, unless they're also a receiver. In which case, they'd already know that.

Anyway. We're supplying for the Book Expo (other companies are, too), and it's been determined that instead of storing all the stock we're getting at the warehouse, we're going to be storing it in our store. And of course, this means I have to receive it all, too. We're talking about over 4000 books, which I have to unpack, inspect, receive, repack, and then label.

I figured I was up for it, because this is in Jun, and it's only May. I have time, right?

Nope! 49 boxes arrived today, outside of my normal orders.

Exhausting. I finished the Expo supply, but I failed to complete my own normal receiving. I'll head in an hour early tomorrow and put the hammer down on that, but bleah. This was harsh. On the bright side, I'm pretty much 25% done with the receiving. Oh, sure, I still have to figure out where the hell I'm going to put everything, and then I have to work around it until it ships out.

And then, of course, I have to deal with whatever didn't sell (mostly sending it to the other stores with little heart stickers and smiley-faces), but damn that's tiring.

Still, there's something intrinsically satisfying about a day of good, hard work. I'm going to sleep the sleep of the just tonight.

To sleep, perchance ... to dream?

My muse is around, I know that much. Maybe I'll see her tonight. I hope!

Today, .

It pains me to say it, because I want to like the guy, as misguided as he is, but that's almost two years of bottled hate-fueled anger and hate-fueled rage finally freed.

That was quite possibly the most cathartic thing I've ever done.

I think I can write again.

Figures. Only when in pain or causing pain, can I create art.

On the other hand, I'm kind of looking forward to going to hell -- all my friends will be there.

Monday reminded me why I am a misanthrope.

So, on my way to work, I found a homeless man lying on the sidewalk. He was conscious, and breathing, but he didn't respond when I asked him if he was alright.

The obvious thing to do was to call emergency services and tell them. But the thing about this....

The thing about this is, no one else stopped to help this guy. No one at all. I saw at least fifteen people drive past, and three walked by -- one on a cell phone -- and while I was trying to help the guy out, waiting for paramedics, they all went the other way.

I can't know why. But I can guess.

And my guess is that they didn't want to deal with him because he was homeless.

It just makes me feel that my misanthropy is justified.

Dreams again.... I am remembering them more often than I used to.

And that's good. I found my muse, last night. I'd really began to miss her.

:D