Things.

First. *does the Redemption dance!* There.

Second. There's one thing I adore about screwing my sleep schedule seven ways to Sunday. There's a brief period of time when I'm getting it back in order that I wake up every morning around five-thirty or six, and I /like/ it. I'm alert, the world is quiet, dark, and still, and I can go for long, pre-dawn walks in my neighborhood. Sometimes I see rabbits; today I only saw a little frog. But he was cute, and I said awwwwww. It was also muggy as hell out there, but that's okay.

Third. Self-study. Always a dangerous thing. I realise now that I keep grudges. I keep them until they die of old age, bury them just long enough to dance on their graves, and then send them off to the taxidermist so that I can continue to have them around. Possibly because it takes so long for anyone to really, personally /irritate/ me, when it does happen, I dwell on it. And dwell, and dwell.

Fourth. I have lots of ant bites from standing in an antpile in the dark last night. They itch. Ow.