We are awake because daughter needed a 11 p.m. feeding and son needed 12:30 a.m. reassuring because his stuffy nose is making it hard to sleep. Also, he required a medicinal snack of club crackers. I hope the crackers do the trick, because this house has been under a fucking plague for what seems like weeks.
Generally, I’m still trying to finish the novel, which involves prolonged periods of talking myself into it even though I know it will all come to naught, because it is growing increasingly diseased and boring simultaneously.
Oh, but at least there’s the satisfaction of a job well done.
And my reward in Heaven.
The Heaven where the angels are stupid enough to reward talentless, over-the-hill hacks with hearts full of hate.
But what I’m REALLY looking forward to is the common refrain of “I don’t get it.”
Essentially, chief, it’s a heartwarming tale of revenge.
No wait, it’s a horror story without any common horror elements.
No wait, it’s garbage.
More pleasantly, I did get to see a few new buildings with strange tales today. Watch Steppes of Chicago for the subsequent post.
I am as bitter as bitter coffee filled with Angostura Bitters.
