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Woke up at 3:33. I never like doing this, even when I immediately fall asleep again, as it brings up memories of that Friday the 13th two-parter where Fritz Weaver invades Lourdes and next thing you know there's murders and crucifixions and Robey all over the place. Never mind that the scariest thing in the episode was the manifestation of the Virgin. Thanks, religion, thanks so bloody much for screwing with my mind.
Then right after that it's 3:34 and you're in a Thomas Disch novel.
Did not dare to look downstairs to see what Elronds and Co. have got up to. Noticed that my paints had vanished from the dining-room cupboard. Drank milk, tried to go back to sleep, failed until approximately 6:30. Snuck out of the house because I really, really don't want to deal with the Eyebrow Twins on four hours' sleep.
Then right after that it's 3:34 and you're in a Thomas Disch novel.
Did not dare to look downstairs to see what Elronds and Co. have got up to. Noticed that my paints had vanished from the dining-room cupboard. Drank milk, tried to go back to sleep, failed until approximately 6:30. Snuck out of the house because I really, really don't want to deal with the Eyebrow Twins on four hours' sleep.