My brain is going whirr whirr whirr whirr grinnnnnnnnd whirr.

Even larger blue balls machine. Still worksafe. I think also still musical.

Conversation with teinedreugan:

"You need to sleep."
"Yeah."
"And I need to eat."
"Yeah."
"And I'll be in Scotland before you."
"You take the high road and I take the low road? No, other way around."
"Yeah. Low road is the spirit way."
"Because of being dead."
"Yeah. Dead has its problems, but at least travel is faster."
"50% faster!"
"Only if you're an elf, dear."
"True."
"We are such geeks."

241 words.

( To-do for tomorrow, just so I don't forget things. )

Mmm.

Dua Wesir and His Mystery of the rising yeast.

Dua Wesir and His many Mysteries.






ETA: 602 words, finishing 3.10. Naptime is productive!