Maids of some kind were here, putting a cap on my sleeping time, coming in at . . . six hours? I think that's right. I can't remember if I got to sleep at 7am or 8am. I do remember a lot of time spent starring at the ceiling. Oh, well. Lucidity's overrated.
I'd pretty much already decided yesterday that to-day needed to be something of a day off. Which is good, because I don't think I could get anything done in this state.
To-day's Blog Against Torture Day. I doubt I'm awake enough to be cogent on such a sensitive topic. So I'll just say; don't torture people.
Okay. Time to make the eyes . . .
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