Well, I know you were just all writhing in agony as you waited for my next post. Cease your writhing!

I don't actually have a new poem or anything. I thought of the first line for one last night while I was in bed, but I was so tired I didn't get up to write it down. Now it's dancing around just out of my range of recollection. But don't you worry, I'll get the little bastard.

I got out of bed at 2pm today. Although, in my defense, I was up until 4am last night. So that's only ten hours of sleep, two more than I can use. I'm pretty sure this is a bad sign that I am weaving that unpleasant melancholy coccoon I know so well.

Well, I went out last night, and I'll go out again tonight, in an attempt to stave it off. And now that I have poethelena up again, I can use it to distract myself as well. Also, to stop pestering poor gregor. I'll get back to you about that poem. I think it was something about a tongue.