This is kind of cool: I booked a ticket for Gahan Wilson today. You know him, right? Macabre cartoonist whose work appears in the New York Times and Playboy, fantasy author, horror game creator? That Gahan Wilson. He's guest of honor at this year's World Fantasy Convention and I'm the official travel agent. Celebrity bookings, whee! I almost wish I were attending the convention but I don't have the money and I am not sure I'm up for it anyway. If I do branch out from science fiction cons I'll probably go to a Bouchercon one of these years. A mystery convention could be lots of fun.
I haven't written lately because I've had a killer neckache for two days. I finally gave in and visited a chiropractor today, a real bone cracker. My other chiropractor is more of a gentle repositioning sort of guy and doesn't do the bone crunching stuff. I was in so much pain I could hardly turn my head, though, and I could feel the vertebrae were badly out of whack. Someone in the office gave me their chiropractor's card. I phoned for an appointment, and walked to his office on my lunch hour. The noise my bones made when he realigned my neck was so loud I was frightened, but the pain diminished immediately and hasn't returned. He pushed in a few things lower down my spine, too, which didn't sound as loud but actually hurt. However, it was well worth it. A couple of acetomenophen and a cup of coffee and I was feeling pretty decent by the time I caught the train home. I start a four week course of chiropractic work next Monday with the other guy, though. I need some time to get used to the rougher stuff.
Tomorrow, as a special treat, I will be having lunch with Janet, faithful reader of this diary, and dinner up in the City with Jen and Jay, fellow diarists. It's Vitamin J day, apparently. Thinking ahead and noticing I had approximately 23 cents with which to dine I asked the cashier at the grocer's tonight if I could get some cash back on my purchase using my ATM card. She promptly punched in $70 and handed it over. Oh, I said, dumbfounded. That's a bit more than I had in mind. She looked at me scornfully. Hmm. Maybe she knows something I don't. I am going out for sushi, after all...
