Agglutinative journalling.

We'll see where this goes over the course of the day.
( Where it went was bloody lengthy, which I should have expected of a journalling of increasingly stray thoughts. )

So, in summary of the day: I want my head to stop hurting. I got a decent bit of work done -- 2037 words in the last two days. I am very, very stray sometimes. Those of us who are easily amused have more fun. The changer is as often, weirdly appropriate.

Half my life is books, written pages, life and love from fools and from sages

I'm dreaming a lot about people I know lately. Or at least including them -- the dream about lstone didn't actually have him in it, but it did have my crazy high school chorus teacher wanting to be sure he was coming to the Favored Chorus Students Party in Alaska.

Then there was the dream about my little brother Ben who is no relation to me in a rock band, which would have been marginally more plausible if he'd been on drums rather than lead guitar, but hey, who's counting?

Then there was the dream last night, which went on for a while and was moderately disjointed and mostly involved jikharra, with supporting roles from keshwyn, meranthi, thastygliax, teinedreugan, probably some other people I know (now I think of it it may have had silmarian and wiredferret), as well as the [east] Indian girl I did Odyssey of the Mind with in elementary school, whose name begins with A.

And because that one was so full of familiar people, I suspect in a week I'll be confused about whether the conversations I had there actually happened or not.