26 April 2002

My mind is wandering. I feel like I'm short on sleep, though I've been going to bed at fairly reasonable hours all week.

Maybe I'm not speep-deprived enough.

Maybe I've been Halling too much.

Maybe it's spring fever.

Maybe Matt has been taken over by demons and is slowly, as I sleep at night, infesting me with demons as well.

Maybe my thyroid medication needs adjusting.

Maybe I haven't been Halling enough.

Maybe I'm not getting enough exercise.

Maybe my new shampoo is actually a secret mind-control formula and in another three weeks, when I've finished the bottle, I'll turn into a slack-jawed zombie.

Maybe I'm not eating well.

Maybe I've acquired some exotic disease and will waste away slowly, ending my days in quiet dignity and pain, like the tragic heroine of a Victorian novel.

Maybe it's that other projects are distracting me.

Maybe it's that tiny aliens have moved into my ear and created a vast civilization which harnesses the power of my brain to fuel their cities, leaving little for me to work with.

I'm almost certain it's not the demon thing.

--Liz