another day older and deeper in debt.

STATE OF THE CHILL:

words since 9:00 AM Saturday: 554 1008
sleep since 9:00 AM Saturday: 0
hours in deathmarch so far: 6.5
showers: 1
pages written: 5
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat:
pots tisane:
pots tea:
Pauses for research: crystalline structure of nitrogen/oxygen in zero G (hexagonal). Anybody know what the cleavage of nitrogen rock would look like? What's it's luster? How about nitrogen snow?
It Came From The Juicer: Beet greens, garlic, and radishes. Apple lemonade (1 Granny Smith, 1 Macintosh, 2 Braeburns from the bruised fruit bin; one peeled lemon). Which was awesomely good.  
alcohol:
drugs: 800 mg. naproxen, 1 OTC Zantac
dancing: through the urge to nap
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 1 (fish oil, evening primrose, calcium, b complex, glucosamine chondroitin)
food: corned beef hash and eggs; layer cake;
stomach: equivocal
BPAL: Jacob's Ladder, of course.
mug: Quit Yer Bitchin And Write
state of the catbox: freshly scooped
laundry situation: desperate