Er. Okay.

Section 42: 342 words. Done. That was sudden. I hope I got the bit that I was trying to get right. Have sent this six to brooksmoses.

Need to figure out what 43 is.

Other stuff in life too complicated to write about. Briefly: tired and feeling like all the rigidity has been boiled out of my emotional bones. Need to dye my hair again. Spending large amounts of time trying to vocalise the simplest sentences, because the whole language thing is just beyond that processor right now.

Thingy.

Moo. (Round women, full of promises.)

Been sort of chewing on writing this one for a while. So, on with the moderately literal omphaloskepsis.

(I ponder whether I'm writing this at the moment because I'm grouchy at being repeatedly told that people don't see any Het-Herw energy in me. Hah.)

( Cut for the possibility of length. )