The girls are at a local Girl Scout camp right now, having had their first sleepover last night. The house is actually quiet right now--for once--because I have the place all to myself. But instead of working, I'm sitting here reading comics and soaking up some down time.
True story: I spent $79 at the comic shop yesterday. Hadn't been in a month, and my Pull List was two issues deep for several of the titles I'm reading.
I ask you, who can write when they've got four issues of Infinity and two issues of The Superior Spider-Man to catch up on? Certainly not me. The temptation to just sign here and act like a lump has been entirely too great.