My brain: "Oh, isn't that nice, she's lending me a book. I wonder what it - OH HOLY FVCKING SH1T IT'S GOT MY NAME ON IT!"
Dudes. My book. In actual, corporeal book form. With little embossed letters on the cover! And, right, all these words I wrote inside it! Like properly a proper book with proper pages and everything! I went all high-pitched and squeaky and just had to sit there stroking it for a bit, which was Not Cool but Keirsten was very nice and sympathetic and says that it happens all the time. (To people when they see their books for the first time, not to random people when they see my book for the first time, because that would be weird.)
AND AND! Apparently I have a US agent. Who knew? And the Daily Mail are reviewing it (*shudder* - but still, publicity) and she said something about it having been Book of the Fair at the Frankfurt Book Fair but I don't think I really understand that because what? God I am so incoherent, I promise the book is better written than this LJ would suggest.
So then I was going to take a picture and post it, possibly with my face in it going O_O but although I have THREE potential photo-taking devices with me, none of them are functional - camera has no batteries, and I am between phones at the moment; Orange decided to cancel the old one and activate the new one just in time to deliver a cavalcade of text messages and then have the battery die. Which is really bolloxing up my evening plans. WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS ORANGE?
But really oh my GOD life is AWESOME. If my throat wasn't sore and I wasn't so tired and if someone could give me a signed guarantee that I will have passed my upgrade panel and not have been declared bankrupt by this time next year, I'd go so far as to say life was very nearly perfect.