I've been spacey all day today. I keep reading and hearing things wrong. I keep going into rooms and then forgetting why I'm there.
Just now, I decided to make myself a margarita, like I do every night (I blame Kymberlie, who bought us margarita glasses for our wedding). I poured the tequila, put a little ice in and then poured what I thought was the margarita mix in. I sat down to have the nice refreshing drink and, using a bendy straw, sucked down more than half the glass. Apparently, I poured in more tequila instead of the mix. Can you say head rush and heartburn all at once?
Anyhow, I've been spending all day working on Raising Hell, which will relaunch on Monday. I've been trying to write a psuedo-press release and, despite my years spent in publicity doing such a thing for a living, cannot make it work. I've been working also on the front page welcome thing for that day, a blurb to put on my own blog and an email to send out to the notification list. Nothing. Not a thing.
So I'm going to do what any sane, rational, instantly drunk person would do. I'm going to redesign my own site instead.
Mig, forgive me if this stuff isn't ready on Monday.
Looks like I picked the wrong day to develop writer's block.
(things may look wonky here for a bit)