618 words.

I now know exactly why my main character was so wrung up at the beginning of the chapter; I knew the content of her wrung-upness but not the precise form of what was hitting her.

I also composed this sentence, of which I am moderately proud: His hands shifted awkwardly until he trapped one with the other and entangled them together in his lap.

In other news, I talked a lot about the story and storyworld of this with sstaten, until he went to bed.

I have a tremendous headache which has fortunately responded to the combination of ibuprofen and Boston I treated it with.

And I'm stopping now and going to bed because I have to be up and catch the train tomorrow to meet autumnesquirrel downtown.