really anxious today for no good reason; what the hell is that? i guess sleep disassociation? i did throw up a little bit this morning; dreams of transparent frog-apes with their eyes & brain just networks of black, bloody capillaries. so there is that. stuck up front alone at the store, which keeps me from writing my november novel (which is coming along at a somewhat respectable pace). last night tatiana & peter joined the usual television crew for giggles. we did giggle. i got pretty sleepy by the end, though! then this morning was a kind of cluster-fuck with the super. okay! all that shit out of the way. i've also been dreaming about zombie survival states: a community in the underbelly of a bridge. the zombies, if starved, regained some semblence of themselves, so there were elements of work-release & quarantine. other dreams, too, old comforts, bloody tin soldiers & all that rot.
i didn't vote this time. i ususally do, i like to. civic duty! serve the republic so that the republic serves you! that sort of thing. apparently all i missed really was the district attorney, & there was only one guy on the ballot? alright. have it your way. really all i've been doing with my spare time is jotting away at the nanowrimo, trying to have some dicipline in affairs of the pen. main character is a clockwork soldier (see above, re: old comforts) with amnesia. now he's friends with a giant bear & a wil o' wisp. just hung out with some druids. jenny made fun of me because the first chunk of the book only has him as a character. like- i'm only interested in internal lives? i'm only extroverted because that is the tool used to crack clam shells.
also, today i'm really into hyphens. for the rest of my life.
