Wouldn't it be Good

Had an attack of something last weekend. Spent most of Friday helping one of Housemate's friends work on a pickup, and that turned out to be a mess for a handful of reasons. Got in some gaming time that evening and Saturday afternoon. Got home Saturday night, and within a few minutes I could barely keep a string of thoughts together, I felt heartbroken, and my limbs turned leaden. I couldn't shake any of this, so gave up a little before 9PM, took some sleep medicine, and went to bed.

Harlan Ellison died today. Always loved reading him, and seeing him at a couple of DragonCons was great. Cranky, irascible, and a brilliant writer.