STATE OF THE CHILL:
words since 9:00 AM Saturday:
554 1008 1761 2002 2100 2502
sleep since 9:00 AM Saturday: 6
hours in deathmarch so far: 20
pages written: 13
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat:
pots tea: 1 (white chai)
It Came From The Juicer:
Beet greens, garlic, and radishes. Apple lemonade. Beet apple mango nectar. Tangerine orange ginger carrot. Broccoli yam.
alcohol: La Fin du Monde and honey pepper vodka
drugs: 1600 mg. naproxen, 1 OTC Zantac
dancing: with malicious intent
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 2 (fish oil, evening primrose, calcium, b complex, glucosamine chondroitin)
food: corned beef hash and eggs; layer cake; Barilla "Plus" angelhair with chicken, defatted chicken drippings, green peas, butter, and parmesan; gouda, cheddar, and grapes; more cake; sesame paste steamed bun; lamb dumplings "flavored with oyster flavored sauce"; the rest of the pasta;
BPAL: Jacob's Ladder.
mug: still the porn bunnies
state of the catbox: How long can I avoid the bathroom, anyway?
neck: massage therapy appointment tuesday, and by then the book will be done. Right?
I wonder if I can manage a vow to not sleep until I finish the draft?