what a day for a daydream

...or the Savage Id. Rootboy's revenge still hasn't been rejected by the Ned Leavitt Agency, & if I wasn't feeling such savage dread I'd start to send out more query letters. It's just that with the eyes having it (& fuck NORML Bean about as much as Church-a-tology) I know I couldn't do justice to the project. I'm also still waiting to hear from Platinum Studios on the cosmicomics, but "that Leonardo guy" says that he's putting it on "the fast track, um faster-track to review". This too would be a glorious day for the Id.

All we did yesterday was to pick up McDonald's Girl from Pizza the Hutt & Rootboy's schizophrenia has really kicked in, hasn't it? I ate too much, then took Trish out to El Taco Loco when Trish-uh! cancelled on her driving lesson. I went to bed early -- & woke up around 4:00, got up around 5:00. I'll probably take a nap today. I probably have to.