Aaaaaaaaa!
The workday conspires to murder my sanity. Good gods people, pace yourselves. Today is not the day that absolutely everything ever needs to get done.

Project:
Finished the outer shell last night. Now I just have a metric ton of wiring to do. I want to get things together for some kind of weekly TV night, like I did years past. Only this time, without the suck. Namely, more places to sit, an actual regular event, stuff to watch, and other paltry details. Thursdays. Maybe thursdays.

Writing:
I stopped trying to make sense, and just wrote down snippets of dialogue as they came to me. The big scene is starting to fill in as a direct result. This is a very good thing. I want this to be done. I'm eager to finish it. The feeling is hard to describe, like the end of a long run. You can see the finish line, and you're all at once happy to see it, and annoyed because it's not here yet.

Good gods, back to work with me.�