Well, then. Good morning! I hope you slept well. I suppose I did. I’m awake, anyway.
Ok, there was a brief pause, there. I looked over and saw that my tube of dice was standing over there, with three six-sided dice and one twenty-sided die. Missing were the 1d4, 1d8, 2d10, and 1d12. I was not pleased. Apparently my brother's friend (for whom this is not the first transgression of others’ property) decided it would be fun to pick up something that wasn’t his and pour it over the trampoline. He then left. The 3d6 and 1d20 were still in the tube, but in the exact opposite order from when I put them in (I order them), so it is possible that there was some play beforehand. Or that someone else (there is a precedent for this sort of thing) was playing with them. Well, then. I suppose there’s some benefit to being organized; you can tell when someone’s been through your stuff. My brother was very good about it, though. He came down and is searching for the dice. I found some in a brief search, and he’s found some. Currently all that remains missing is the eight-sided die, which happens to be my favorite. So I’m still not exactly happy, but impressed that he is willing to take responsibility for his friend’s actions. It’s more than he used to do.
I think I will order my belongings. Pile books in orderly stacks; that sort of thing. I want to know if anyone’s been through it. Apparently the sanctity of my ‘room’ isn’t being honored much, if people can just go through and pick things up. I suppose it’s largely because it looks messy, and the only real barrier (other than the chalkboard I set up as a divider) is in the type of mess (clothes, blocks, and sundry toys vs. books, papers, and CD’s).
I was up until something like four o’clock this morning, and I woke at about 10:30 or so. 10:45, maybe. I’ll probably finish Mostly Harmless today. Then I guess I’ll work on Dark Forest. It really needs it. Maybe Royalty. Either way, I need to do something today. Tonight I look forward to talking with that girl again. Funny the way she has affected me. Though I guess the main impact occurred that day in chapel when I got that sudden… whatever it was. Funny, that. Its effects, emotionally, faded rather quickly; I can hardly recall (recall, mind you, not remember; I can do that fine) what I felt. But it’s had a definite impact on the way I’ve thought about her since then. Hm. There is also the other one. That’s strange, as well. Speaking of whom, I noticed some sort of resemblance between her and that famous actress. I’m not really sure what it is. Probably the eyes, but I’m not sure. I suppose it could have just been a case of "One is attractive. So is the other. They are similar." But I think it was the eyes, somehow. Retrospect, and all that. I don’t really remember the images at the moment (especially since even then I had to draw her face from memory), just the impression I had.
Would you look at that. I’m over half done with this page. Pages are seeming smaller. Of course, this is earlier than I noticed the impending end-of-the-page last night, so maybe I’m slowing down. It’s probably just that thought comes slower in the morning (for me, anyway). I should work on Aquarium again. That needs to be done. Maybe I’ll start real work on Procrastinator’s Paradise. I think that will be the name. Paradise. Not Paradox. That way the Paradox can be a name reserved for the award. I should probably have regions. Maybe weather. That would be cool. No, it’d be too complicated. Perhaps not.
I’d better talk about something else, or I’ll waste the entire page on it. What did I say last night? I know I wanted to say more. Well, I went back (and edited a bit – for clarity’s sake; I wouldn’t change content) and only sort of remember. Nothing I feel like talking about now, though. Well. So much for the theory that morning ponderings will clarify evening ponderings. Or perhaps they just don’t need them. Other times I have. Though there really isn’t much connection between entries. Not that isn’t fairly all encompassing and thematic, anyway.
Perhaps I will work again on A Multitude of Hamsters. It isn’t so bad. I used to be stymied by the format; where to start a novel? But since writing this ‘journal’, I’ve discovered the benefits of writing first person, which is how I think I’ll do Multitude. It’s a comfortable way to write, and I can start pretty much anywhere without it feeling weird. The only problem, now, is remembering the hamsters. It was a while ago that I lived amongst them, and the aura is wearing off. I do hope I can remember enough to produce a whole novel. It’d also be nice if I actually generated some revenue off of it. If so, life would change drastically. Though I'd have to familiarize myself better with third person, were I to write professionally. Sigh. That would be nice. I suppose this document is something that can help lead there. Well, here’s hoping.
Have a nice day.