After the long slog through the jungle. They’ll be all like “Dr. Livingston, I presume.”

I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to the Rev. Dark Wombat. Be sure to wish that Dick one as well.

So, yesterday, order was restored to the Force. The writer’s round (not actually round, but rectangular) table was excellent. Very productive. I got about 450 words down. Of my 5000. Nearly a tenth of the way done with my first draft. Spoiler. He dies. They all do. Nature is like that.

I cut the writing short because I was hellbent and determined to see Guardians of the Galaxy yesterday. I feared for my friends’s lives if I had to be in a room with them talking about how awesome it is. And it is awesome, by the way. And thanks to Back Alley Troy, I now have the deluxe soundtrack. As I predicted, Zoe Saldana is even sexier when she is green.

After the movie, I headed to Praetoria to watch the premiere of Outlander. There were times when I felt like I should leave the room so that Furious Jessy could recompose herself. Vapors and whatnot.

After that, it was time for me to eat Super Nachos. I haven’t had any in at last three weeks. I was starting to grow weak. Like Superman when he hasn’t been in the sun for a while.

After dinner, it was Pathfinder time. Due to our communication lines being down, the crew couldn’t all make it, so we played Pathfinder Munchkin instead. We let the Rev. DW win. You know, for his birthday.

Today is a day of chores. And reading this stupid book.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC