No sleep, just stars.
Yeah, so...I fell asleep, exhausted, about 11:30 p.m., after dozing through an episode of Six Feet Under, only to wake a little before 1 a.m. and find it impossible to get back to sleep. At about 2:30 a.m. I surrendered and got up. I fugured I'd do a little work, get sleep again, and catch a few more hours. Har de fucking har har.
Oh, the weather today. Warmer, and the sun came out about half an hour ago. The office window is open. Our high was 70F. I'd be happier with 78F.
Anyway, as I was saying, no sleep. Instead, I wrote the first three quarters on the introduction for Dead Bright Star, from about 3 a.m. until about 4:30 a.m. And then I read The Great Gatsby, which I'd not read in thirty years (as of April), so I thought I should revisit it, having finished that books after the Bender family murders. And that's mostly what I did until Kathryn got up at 8 a.m. So, yeah. I feel a little funky. I feel like I could sleep two days straight. I know that's an illusion. Next time I try, I'll be lucky to get five hours.
I took a long break and played GW2 for a while. Then I did a little work on MP 2.0 (that next mosasaur paper, investigating how morphometric analyses might help us determine how many species we're dealing with, one or two), and then I emailed Mike P., and then I worked a little while on the Bashi Marl (see photo below, sorting ~54 million-year-old fish scraps from shattered mollusk shells). And THEN I sat down and finsihed the introduction for Bright Dead Star! And here's the thing, Kathryn and I are both fairly certain I broke my record for most words written in a single "day" (a twenty-four-hour period), as the introduction comes to 2,651 words (10 double-spaced ms. pp.). Without sleep, so take that, insomnia demons. And reading it back to Kathryn, I was pleased to see that it's a good introduction.
Though many have paraphrased it, Benjamin Franklin is the one who first (so far as we can tell) said, “There will be plenty of time to sleep when you're dead.” As people these days would mysteriously say, "He wasn't wrong" (as opposed to "He was right," natch).
My mouth is very near to well. I am eating so many things I have not been able to eat over the past two years. Wednesday, I have the two temporary crowns removed and the permanent ones attached.
We didn't make it to mom's today; Tuesday, I hope (I have McWane tomorrow). The laundary is getting scary. My dirty boxers snarled at me when I walked past the hamster a little while ago.
Okay, there's probably more I could say, buy I have an RP date. But do please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Right now, following the calamities of the past four months, we are truly short of funds, and every tshirt or book you buy, that's a bigger help than you might think. Danke.
And So It Goes,
Aunt Beast
2:28 p.m.
Oh, the weather today. Warmer, and the sun came out about half an hour ago. The office window is open. Our high was 70F. I'd be happier with 78F.
Anyway, as I was saying, no sleep. Instead, I wrote the first three quarters on the introduction for Dead Bright Star, from about 3 a.m. until about 4:30 a.m. And then I read The Great Gatsby, which I'd not read in thirty years (as of April), so I thought I should revisit it, having finished that books after the Bender family murders. And that's mostly what I did until Kathryn got up at 8 a.m. So, yeah. I feel a little funky. I feel like I could sleep two days straight. I know that's an illusion. Next time I try, I'll be lucky to get five hours.
I took a long break and played GW2 for a while. Then I did a little work on MP 2.0 (that next mosasaur paper, investigating how morphometric analyses might help us determine how many species we're dealing with, one or two), and then I emailed Mike P., and then I worked a little while on the Bashi Marl (see photo below, sorting ~54 million-year-old fish scraps from shattered mollusk shells). And THEN I sat down and finsihed the introduction for Bright Dead Star! And here's the thing, Kathryn and I are both fairly certain I broke my record for most words written in a single "day" (a twenty-four-hour period), as the introduction comes to 2,651 words (10 double-spaced ms. pp.). Without sleep, so take that, insomnia demons. And reading it back to Kathryn, I was pleased to see that it's a good introduction.
Though many have paraphrased it, Benjamin Franklin is the one who first (so far as we can tell) said, “There will be plenty of time to sleep when you're dead.” As people these days would mysteriously say, "He wasn't wrong" (as opposed to "He was right," natch).
My mouth is very near to well. I am eating so many things I have not been able to eat over the past two years. Wednesday, I have the two temporary crowns removed and the permanent ones attached.
We didn't make it to mom's today; Tuesday, I hope (I have McWane tomorrow). The laundary is getting scary. My dirty boxers snarled at me when I walked past the hamster a little while ago.
Okay, there's probably more I could say, buy I have an RP date. But do please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Right now, following the calamities of the past four months, we are truly short of funds, and every tshirt or book you buy, that's a bigger help than you might think. Danke.
And So It Goes,
Aunt Beast
2:28 p.m.