The World That's Coming

…that’ll be 51 comics in June alone. They’ll cost you $205.49.

Marvel can’t be hoping for completists for this event, surely. Right?

I really don’t remember! Jeff might. I suspect the answer might be something as simple as Jeff and I wanting an excuse to talk comics to each other for a long time, to be honest.

The dream this morning saw me writing something for a new job, but I had to do so on a new computer they specified — and it was something that also captured everything I was writing for everyone else, and sent that to the new employer as well, unless I sat down and deleted it all word by word (and image by image, where appropriate). It wasn’t a work anxiety dream as such, more a work Oh God, I have to do this as well? This is a bummer, this is no fun, dream. Given how utterly un-enthused I feel about work this morning, that feels entirely appropriate, to be honest.

In another world, today was less frustrating — there was no Internet outage that lasted from yesterday until this morning, meaning that I wasn’t stuck playing catch-up as soon as it came back, and I also didn’t have to chase down non-existent quotes for a story that could have run hours earlier and been news, instead of something that everyone else had already published — but that wasn’t my experience. Instead, I find myself sitting here and thinking about the difficulty of just letting something go, instead of stewing on it. I know, intellectually, that that’s the wiser of the options, accepting that I can’t change what’s driven me crazy all day, but I’m definitely stuck thinking easier said that done when it comes to following through. Grr. Argh.

Tomorrow will be another day. Maybe even one less maddening than today.

Nope. During the World Cup, I make the most half-hearted attempt to follow football (AKA soccer for Americans), but that’s it.