I awoke to more frustration from Sympatico; called, was unable to get an ETA on problem-resolution and so, putting on my best Grumpy Young Geoffrey Voice, demanded to speak with Customer Service. Before I had much of a chance to perform any histrionics, I was being given a month's credit. And within half-an-hour of getting off the phone, everything was (or at least, seemed to be) working fine again.
Life continues to surprise me.
Better still, I wrote nearly 1,000 words of the novel. If this keeps up, I might have ed-rex.com 2.0 post by the end of the month. Mind you, I'm not terribly happy with what I wrote, but the way my creativity has been (not) going of late, I'll take what I can get. I want to get Philomena Hawkins' story told once and for fucking all; she isn't the only character whose life-story I want to tell.
And speaking of chaso theory - patterns finite yet unbounded, patterns recurring yet never the same - I find myself once again playing on usenet. Both ott.singles and ott.rec.books have been gifted with my words, my puns, my very self, I tells ya!
My sleeping "patterns", however, continue to be more random than pattern. Coming home on Wednesday night, I found myself abed and asleep before I could indulge in South Park. Woke up around 8:30 in the morning and was so exhausted (hah!) by my bout of fiction-writing that I took a nap around 4:00 and slept until 10:00 or so.
I came in to the office to rumours that they might be cutting back on the over-night shift; if true, I am going to do all I can to be the Young Geoffrey put onto a day-time slot.
Sigh ... Well this is supposed to be a journal, isn't it?
It was a dark and stormy night ...