This afternoon's my last chance to have my book signed by Neil Gaiman himself. I went to see him last Saturday, but unfortunately, we ran out of numbers. Just as expected, a lot of people came to see the famous Englishman. All kinds of people were there: geeks, goths, artists, and weirdos. I knew that my chances were already slim, so I settled instead at watching The Late Isabel perform live and tampering artworks with my friend instead. For me, it's a waste of time...but it was fun. spaceI'm running away from certain responsibilities and I think that's a shitty thing. I realized that there's a certain element that distracts me from doing what I'm supposed to do. I can't get rid of this element, so I guess diverting my attention from it is the only solution. I'll have to get my act together before time runs out.