okay. Work. Okay?

It's ten-thirty and I've read all sorts of stuff but what I've done on Afterwar is restore it to full size (the nice fellow has these strange panicky ways of minimizing things when he gets the computer).

I'm going to do more than yesterday, though. I am. Yesterday I glanced over the last three sections and messed with a few words. I'm really close to the finish. I can finish this thing today if I write fast.

Tonight is First Flush training, and Saturday morning is the dry run, which means I won't be going to the March Against All Bad Things in San Francisco. Instead I will go to the local one which starts exactly as the dry run ends.