I’ll be out the door to World Horror shortly.

I have a touch of the blues today. Can’t say more than that except I’m distracted by bad news. Not the death kind, fortunately, and nothing to do with The Frenchman, but the heart’s elsewhere, that’s for sure. Oh, and I have another damned ailment. Fuck it — I’m going to drown in alcohol anyway.

I’m sure I’ll feel better when I see my friends. I’ll be flung head first into the madness, which is often a cure.

My reading is at 3:30pm Friday. I made naughty fliers with which to annoy the hotel staff.

See some of you on the other side!