I need to obtain tickets to see Neil Gaiman talking at people before Saturday. I have now completed 4 pages of the comic book. I need to stop eating so much, which doesn't explain why I'm going to eat a slice of cake in a minute. There's my literary quota for the day. Off to eat cake and read and sleep now.
Sleep is good.
Want the sleep. He likes it. The final project of shame. That's okay, then. Dizziness, confusion, fits of shivers, trembling hands, inability to think clearly, general dazedness, intense, intense fear.