Yay for the Weekend...

Between Ripley's allergic reaction to her shot on Tuesday (and diaherria today), the firing of a colleague at work, horomonal miseries and general physical blah that results from them, I'm good and fucking ready for this week to be over. The week without a Grimm too, might I add.

Hopefully, writers group will be fun tomorrow. Jana Oliver, who is two books into an urban fantasy YA series (about demon trappers) is our speaker, so I'm looking forward to that and to seeing some friends there. Then it's come home and write. The March meeting is a workshop, and while I could send up some older stuff for critique, I'd rather get feedback on newer stuff that hasn't had as many eyes on it already.

Eeep. And it's almost midnight! I must post before I turn into a pumpkin. Or something like that.