Thursday, April 04, 2002
First off, I should add, in response to the many queries I've received over the last couple of days, that yes, you may send in as many names in the character-naming contest as you wish. There's no limit to the number of names that each individual may send. Send all you got. I'm starting to sound like Mojo Jojo. Also, the code in the e-mail link was messed up first time out, so here it is again - Desvernine@aol.com - and I do apologize for the confusion and inconvenience.
I'm starting to wonder if anyone's ever actually died of insomnia. Last night at 4 a.m. (which was really yesterday morning at 4 a.m.), when all sane and healthy people were fast asleep, I was wide awake and lamenting how logical positivism (among many other vile and contemptable things) has ruined my life. I'm sick, I tell you, sick.
Today was a day of errands. I did a little editing, but mostly I attended to the annoying ephemera of writing. I absolutely have to get Chapter 4 started tomorrow. In fact, I promise everyone reading this that I will write at least the first five hundred words of Chapter 4 tomorrow (which is really today). That's why this journal's here, after all. To make me feel guilty so I'll get off my slacker butt and make words.
But first, I have to try to sleep. Valerian tonight. Has anyone else ever noticed how Valerian root smells like an unholy cross between ass and a Taco Bell burrito? No? You haven't? Well, I sure have. According to my bottle of Valerian: "Used since the time of Hippocrates in the 4th and 5th centuries, Valerian is a perennial herb that is harvested from rich shady woods and damp meadows. Valerian derives its name from valere meaning to be strong in reference to its distinct, intense odor. The smell is created as the roots dry and is a sign of a mature root." Perhaps they should have said it's the sigh of a rotten root. One little bottle can stink up a whole room. Go to bed, Caitlin. Your raving.
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