Like Trying to Hide the Daylight From the Sun

I was just procrastinating on tumblr.  I reblogged one of his posts and answered a question he posed within, because, well, A Game of You was on the shelf right next to me.

Then I got an e-mail from tumblrbot saying that Neil-Gaiman had asked me a question.

This was obviously from a universe with zeppelins in, except:



As calmly as possible, I tried to piece together a coherent reply.

Then I got to look at my dash again and find this:



And now I'm just sort of in a daze. 

I'm not acknowledging them though.  Nope.  I'm having a nap. 

Maybe when I wake up the due date on my main research paper for the semester will return to being May 15 like it's written in my planner and not April 15 like it is on the e-mail I got from my professor yesterday morning.

Surprisingly enough, this isn't going be a reaming, more of a "turn-your-head-and-cough" type deal, the research is just waiting to be typed, but still...

Anyway.  Nap now.  The tsuris can wait.

P.S. - I want to hunt and kill the man who came up with regular expressions.  WHO THE HELL PUTS THE OPERATOR AT THE BEGINNING?