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Metaphysical jet lag puts bags under the minds eye.

I dont understand why I sleep all day,
And I start to complain that theres no rain.

All I can do is write a book to stay awake

Im correlating voodoo lore and an ocean of old notes on my epic. Ill finish doing that tomorrow night (doh! tonight). Ill start the writing, in earnest, on Thursday (throwing in the bits and chapters that I already have done, as I get to them). I hope to have the first arch (the real world) of the story done by the end of next week. Then its a month sprint to the finish line. Oh God.

I started, the other day, working on a photo/prose/poetry book with my Dad. Hes scanned some of his better photos into a program that allows you to make a book, send it via the internet, and pay a company to print it out for you. Hes supplying the pictures and Im doing the words the working title is VISIONS: poetry in words, light and shadow.

Still no word from White Wolf (not sure when I hear from them).

And a shout out to all you cannibals out there people are Atkins friendly.