Back to work.

1614 words. I don't know how many of those I'll keep; much of it's a summary of a scene from a previous work and I don't know if it's too much recap not enough current content.

But that's section 31, if it's done.


I continue unable to regulate my body temperature. Film at eleven.

Miscellaneous brain, miscellaneous spam.

Very odd dream which I don't remember much of; there was a bit about erispope and me either eluding or scheming with some not especially persistent pirates, and jikharra having a very enthusastic time explaining the textbook he had for drumming (which was sort of pinky-beige with a darker reddish spine-binding, and was lettered in an odd, round font that looked almost Greek). I really need to get that dream diary going; I may have to knuckle down and buy a new blank book since I can't find the one I got for that purpose.

Spam the last few days that hasn't been Patch Your Nonexistent Microsoft System With My Shiny New Virus has been very odd. My favorites are these four, which all came in more or less at once:

From-line	Subject
trichophyta	ginglyform
pinocytotic	macadamizing
towpath	deckhands
plugugly	palmiped

Very "How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb?" "Fish."