I paid a bunch of bills today using some money I got as a bonus. Of course, now that the checks are sent I'm having mini panic attacks about how the money could have been spent better. It's one of those things I'll just try not to think about for a few months. It's not like I could have retired early on the sum, but I'm afraid I spent it all in a sensible manner (ok, I bought a few little fun things with a little bit of it). Now I'm having a hard time believing I was so practical. I mean really - it's the kind of thing I won't see a benefit from for months and months. No instant gratification.

Meaning - I didn't quit my dayjob.

Books: Last night I worked on something a little different. It's a comic book script. The genre intrigues me, and once again I find myself reading a lot of things and thinking "I could do better than this!" so now I'm putting my pen where my mouth is. It's likely something I'll post here one of these days (the shock! the horror! opening up my library section!) so I won't spoil the surprise by telling you what it's about.

I will say I've already started a body count. Why is everything I write so violent?