Hush little baby, don't say a word...

1:27 in the morning here, and I just woke up from a nightmare. This wasn't unexpected; I arrived in Georgia earlier this evening.

Normally nightmares don't bother me. I love them, actually; they're the only dreams I ever remember, and have given me flashes of wonderful inspiration before. I really do have a love affair with fear, as many of my colleagues have described it to me. But, like every human, there's that one particular batch that leads me violently waking in the dead of night, shaking and on the verge of a scream. Tonight was just one of those nights.

Cheery, love, I've been listening to your music the past few days. You have wonderful taste: Jill Tracy, Poe...and I wasn't aware John Wayne Gacy had a song about him. I shouldn't be surprised, should I?

Oh, and get this. Amazon says The Red Book won't be shipped out until DECEMBER 3RD. ALSJDAJFKLASFKLASJF FFFFFFFFFFFF--! >____< Amazon's not well. Poor sickies. They'll need to see a doctor if they don't hand over that book.

Well, I've killed a half hour, but I doubt I'll go back to sleep tonight. Come, my little snarklings, surely one of you is up tonight...