artyartie

I keep telling myself this busy-ness now is in order to avoid it, say, in two weeks. Usually I'm a horrible procrastinator, so as much as I want to frantically be packing up the night before I head back to California, it's just a little overrated. Really. *repeats to self* I've bought my train ticket home (the California Zephyr and the Coast Starlight, two very scenic routes) and this weekend our block is having a communal yard sale, which will hopefully result in much furniture, clothing and knick-nacks being sold. It also means I need to spend Friday night pricing things.

The drabbles *will* be posted soon - they're all in the notebooks I've been faithfully toting around. As usually, I'm just horrifically late - toss in some wayward plot bunnies, including one for this week's