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No sleep. Literally, no sleep. I've been awake now for ~25 hours. And now I have to stay awake until at least midnight (~37 hours), or this one lost night will spiral into several.

Filthy fucking weather out there. The sun did not rise this morning. I lay on the chaise in the middle parlour and watched the sky turn a lighter shade of lead. Currently, 48˚F.

Yesterday, I don't know. I worked until one ayem proofreading and attending to other details on Black Helicopters and the Big Manuscript that it accompanies. Then, no sleep. Up at five, when I made that last entry. Then work on an introduction. Then another failed attempt at sleep. I finally surrendered at about seven ayem and worked another four hours on the mss. until Spooky woke about eleven. Numbers, numbers, numbers; blah, blah, blah.

If we're lucky, there's no more than six or seven more hours work remaining on these things, and then I can make them go away.

I'm ill. I'm pretty much delirious. And I have to focus and think clearly.

Red Pen Strokes,
Aunt Beast

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subtlesttrap
Dec. 18th, 2012 04:02 am (UTC)
I worked until one ayem proofreading and attending to other details on Black Helicopters and the Big Manuscript that it accompanies.

This is very tantalizing! Can't wait to hear the identity of this collection that "Black Helicopters" is accompanying!


Edited at 2012-12-18 04:02 am (UTC)