kiya

In more ways than one.

1467 words on the short story, I know what comes immediately next, and my brain is catastrophically shutting down from some form of really bizarre exhaustion. I should be able to pick up tomorrow and maybe even finish it.

Still no plants yet. This continues to irritate. I may muck about with my bricks this evening in order to ponder proper arrangements for later.

Started an attempt to extract scent from my lilacs today. We'll see how badly that goes.

Brain hurts. It may want more food, so I may go make some.