I think there’s something wrong with my brain.
I had tonight’s post 80% written earlier today, but not quite finished, and saved it to my USB drive to finished and post tonight.
I love my USB drive; 8 gigs filled with music, story notes, RPG PDFs, works-in-progress and various e-miscellanea, including some day-job page proofs I wanted to double check over the long weekend.
So I saved some stuff onto there, got it all ready, and then cheerily got the train home without realising that I’d forgotten to take it out of the work computer and put in my bag. Despite thinking less than two minutes earlier that I had to remember to take it out of the work computer and put in my bag.
And I do this ALL THE FREAKING TIME.
I think there’s something wrong with my brain.
(Yes, yes, I know, Dropbox. But work is a bit leery of people using Dropbox, and I have to respect that.)
So no clever blog post tonight in which I present and then dissect a prose fragment I found in an old notebook. No chance to look at the page proofs this weekend. No possibility of working on the Raven’s Blood manuscript despite this being the perfect goddamn time to nail a couple of chapters.
Sigh. I hate me sometimes. My own worst freakin’ enemy.
Anyhoo, no point crying over spilt neurons; I gotta head out to start reviewing Comedy Festival shows for Crikey. Let’s hope I don’t misplace my review notes or forget how my autonomic systems function on the way to the train station.