The girl couldn't sleep last night, I suppose it's only fair. Actually, no, it isn't fair. I was very good at dinner not to have any caffiene, and my eyes won't stay closed. I took a hit of cough medicine again, though, and it feels like it's standing right on my adrenal glands shouting, "Go! Go! Go!" in its best General Patton voice.

Which is better, I suppose, than the whole unable to breathe lying down thing that has happening which made the hit of cough syrup necessary.

I've been working on a scene in the book for about two weeks now, and mananged to hash something out on actual paper. When I went to write it down, however, it occured to me that what I was writing was utter crap. Worse than utter crap. Drivelling crap. Yeah, that's closer. Then I figured I could cut out the entire opening, then the entire scene. I think I'm happier with it already.

We're going to the zoo tomorrow! I've only been twice, once when I was about eight visiting an uncle down in Calgary, and I remember nothing about it but the wolves. Again in 2002 when I was working for the insane cult-leader (not doing any interesting cult type stuff, the fact he was an evil cult-leader had nothing to do with my job description. It wasn't even a very fun cult--it apparently thought the path to righteousness had to be done by the men-folk, and if they had no one about to wash their socks they couldn't find righteousness, which was where the women-folk came in) and so exhausted I also don't remember much. I'd just given up my 10-year reunion because another teacher had quit and moved to Brazil without telling anyone. I was already in Calgary, so I left my car here, flew to Vancouver, and then flew back to my car. I had to still be in Calgary Monday night, I had flown into Calgary late Sunday night, and my insane cult boss had expected me to drive home Monday morning, work at the office most of Monday day, and then drive back down to Calgary to give an information seminar, then drive back to Edmonton for Tuesday morning.

We had a screaming fight in the parking lot of the zoo, where, after I had been working 24 days straight and given up my high school reunion for the man, he spent the time questioning my loyality to him.

I'm pretty sure that was late September.

By early October, I'd quit and moved down to Calgary. In that year working for the insane cult guy, I don't think I wrote two sentences that were not TESOL related.

General Patton's still lurking just above my kidneys, but I think I'm going to try to lie down again.