As quickly as it came, it went; Good-bye, GNE, sleep well, and Thank You for the best April 1 on record. Sniff.
Took out Alan Moore’s Promethea: Book 1 from the library, even before I’d read a single page of Preacher.
I feel like I’m getting a bit ahead of myself, but it only seemed
appropriate after a night spent dreaming I was a super-powered
reincarnation of Cleopatra, fighting terrorists with the ability to see
actions as words on a printed page and affect their fates through
copyeditor’s marks. Seriously. And! You should have seen it, loves — my
costume was amazing, a thing of bronze and silk and leather, full of reptilian ferocity. The Editrix, I think, as a name. Don’t you?
That’s right, I even get to cosplay in my sleep. If that’s not a superpower, I don’t know what is.