Yesterday I wrote 1,017 words on Agents of Dreamland.
And I'm feeling bad about how often these entries are so very, very short, how my LJ entries of late don't bear much resemblance to the more meaty entries of years past. But the truth is that readership here bottomed out a long time ago, and it's hard to motivate myself to write on LJ at length. I'll likely keep the journal going, out of habit, and because I think there are interesting days ahead. Maybe another year, maybe a little more.
I'm not quite awake. Seven hours and all the drugs, they leave me groggy and turned about.