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why is it that, if uninterrupted, I seem to be able to produce between 500 and 1k words between 11 and midnight, with my eyes trying to fall closed because I'm totally exausted, and yet don't seem to be able to manage more than maybe 3 or 4 hundred words previous to that? gr, phoey.

Ok, never mind, I'm just whining. I'm going to go out and get dripped on by wet trees now...

Eeeee!

I have my ringtone! Now, if anyone ever calls me (ok, with one exception, but that's just because I was playing with settings and had more midi files, one of which amused me) my phone will play tobacco's but an indian weed, thanks to this extremely bizarre journal-- although the version of the lyrics I have is from a historical English Folksongs book, and a couple of the verses are slightly different... I love this song. It's not actually anti-tobacco, it's just... very puritan.

Although, despite having wanted this for a ringtone since I got a cell phone at all, it was very sad to overthrow the half-hour of glory (during which no one called, anyway...) enjoyed by three ravens before I found a decent version of this.

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Oh, and I have decided that bedtime tonight is 10:30. Or before. Before works, too... this whole maximum of 6 hours of sleep thing, not so much...