November 2nd, 2017


"What's the significance of the blue rose?"

A grey and tiresome sort of sky out there, the belly of November. Currently, it's 64˚F.

Having hardly slept the night before, I may have slept more than eight hours last night. It's been a long time since that's happened. Despite the shambles it made of my mind, I miss Gabapentin for the sleep it made possible.

Sirenia Digest No. 141 has gone out, and we're talking about maybe driving somewhere today. Maybe. We'll see if I can actually manage such a feat.

Last night, Spooky and I read all of Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier. Well, she read, and I listened.

Aunt Beast

4:24 p.m.