Hm...weird. My work schedule is from 5 to 10pm tomorrow, and I don't feel as much trepidation as I thought I'd feel. I've got a suspicion it's because the better part of it is in the night, and for me, darkness is my source of strength. Most things I hate in the daytime and can't do, or do with the most extreme of strength, I can frequently do at night.

They don't even have to be done in secret, out of sight of other people. It just has to be NIGHT.
I'll give it a try for tomorrow night, and the next time I have a night schedule, which is one of the remaining days but I can't remember which. If I feel a lot better, and don't have to brood so much to create some sort of personal space for myself, then I'll request more evening-night shifts...of course, not too many, 'cause I need my space and my rest drawn from solitude in the darkness, too...

Anyways...

Halfway through page one of one of my short stories. Kinda stuck. Stupid character wouldn't merged with me...not yet, at least. I guess TTT--things take time. Perhaps Eternity needs some time to understand me and get used to me, which means I've gotta open myself up to him/her first. Okay...I can do that.

I feel so random right now...can't think of solid things to say. Hm...

Okay, so I really wanna get "Thru the eyes...of my brother" from Amazon.com and keep forgetting to tell Shirley about it. Heh. It's the last one in stock. I've gotta get it! Mark Thunderwolf's flute music are beautiful. I wonder if he's a medicine man. Nevertheless, regardless of that, I love his music. So...tomorrow. I've searched through all possible music stores in S'pore, large and small, and everyone just goes, "Huh?" when I ask about Mark Thunderwolf. Heh.

Feel like writing drabbles but they take up too little space. 100 words for each drabble? That's murder for a writer...that's like a summary. *rolls eyes*

Righto. Stopping the mindless ramblings till I've got more substantial stuff to say...