Anyway: I stayed up late last night completely rewriting the synop, which you would think would have given my brain less time for nightmares. Now I am pretty tired. Hoping that a nap makes its way into my light cone sometime today, but I'm not betting on it. Stupid light cone anyway.
Tomorrow is the book discussion day for The Kestrel, so please do remember to stop by and revel in Ruritanian revolutionary goodness.
For whatever reason I am plagued with They Might Be Giants songs today. I cannot get rid of one without getting another. As I have been reading The Kestrel and the last of the Simon Schama series, I can't come up with any reason why this should be.
Also I cannot get it through my head that today is Wednesday. In my head today is Thursday, which gives me less time to do some of the things I want to get done, but also makes it time to do the things I'm supposed to do Thursday, so at least they can come off the list. But they can't. I am, as my grandmother would say, more mixed up than Hogan's goat. Who is Hogan? Why is his goat more mixed up than other goats? Does this have something to do with really bad fake German accents? This and other clear indications that I am really tired: next on livejournal.