Night before last I slept 8+ hours. Last night I slept 5+. This is the wild unpredictability of my life without Seroquel.
Today, I'll be putting together Sirenia Digest #107, which will go out to subscribers tonight or tomorrow, and this evening I'll be talking with my agent.
Yesterday, I'm afraid the most productive thing I did was proofread "The Ape's Wife" for Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea.
Here's a photograph that rather perfectly sums up how much I miss Woodstock right now:
And that's all for now...