Half there and dancing . . .

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine, I'm on the pavement thinking 'bout the government . . . Actually, yuki_onna is in the basement, watching the season finale of Alias, and I am upstairs contemplating exactly how many books by Greg Nagy will fit into the average rolling suitcase, but the point is that I am still alive. My life is not out of the gutter: but it is looking, Wilde-like, at the stars, and we leave tomorrow morning for Wiscon. And rushthatspeaks sent me the best music in the world. This is a definite improvement.