Ha! And ha again, I say. I thought I was losing my touch. Skipping Sunday, then skipping Tuesday as well, on the flimsy pretext that I had midterms to grade, and afterwards had to do Real Analysis until Space Commander Travis turned up and lured me out of my room by being friendly, which killed my productivity right there. Damn those friends! I did, though, on my way back from the midterm-grading, discover the most wonderful thing on campus, the Reading Room of Suzzallo Library. And when I say I discovered it, I mean that it was shown to me. Smashing place, very Gothic, but not to the point of self-parody. Dignified. I must get a photo of it. Anyhow, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. I seemed well on my way to a repeat of Tuesday's complete lack of performance today, too, staring off into space or IMing or what-have-you and accomplishing absolutely nothing at all. Then I started telling maths jokes, and looking for sources on Czech, and Czech history, and threw in a bit of imagery involving a burning corpse I'd had in my head for absolutely years now, and lots more dialogue, and revelations of ancient mysteries...Before I knew it, I'd hit 3,000 words. It's all about momentum...

Oh, and it's official: this is now the longest thing I've ever written. This calls for a celebration!

Today's wordspooj: 17,069

Today's draft: 20021120