Today, I began writing The Cerulean Alphabet, which will appear in two parts in Sirenia Digest nos. 168 and 169. I made it all the way through "A is for Abyss," all 476 words. Tomorrow I need to manage B, C, and, hopefully, D.
Did I mentioned how truly, unpardonably fucking awful and yet vaguely entertaining I found the new BBC Dracula thingy? I did? Well, it needed saying again.
And we're still not well. Actually, I felt a lot better day before yesterday than I do right now. Like the damn bug is looping back upon itself.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
6:27 p.m.
