Much the same thing. Also I think I have a cracked tooth, and I think there’s an early infection in there. I’ve been feeling great for weeks, and now I feel awful, all the time, and the dentist can’t see me til next week.

But: there’s an itch and a throb and occasional stabbing pain at the back of my head, and I keep looking sidelong at the notebooks stacked on top of a copy of GUN MACHINE and a copy of NORMAL on the shelf to my left. The whiteboard on the wall is almost completely full, but… I’ve got the itch, and the notebooks, still in their shrinkwrap, keep catching the light. The bastards are looking at me.

(These are the bastards that are looking at me)

I’m looking at the whiteboard, calculating what I can wipe off it by the end of November.

I have no idea what it’s going to be about, how long it’s going to be, or even why I’m doing it, but I suspect I’m going to spend the winter writing a book.

I hate infections.