wildcat

I'm start the speech stuff in a minute. I already know what points I need to make, the joke I want to use (more like an analogy about how the semicolon works). I just need to write it up into coherent notes and make the cue cards. After that I need to be a good boy and do some other Technical Writing. Then I'll write a scene for the Tedford story. Things are going well.

Which is a bit weird because of the omnious doom south of the border. I think that's why I ended up listening to The Virgin Suicides soundtrack, that odd sensation of impending doom the works its way into the joints in your toes. I keep flexing my toes to make sure everything's operating as expected.

Operating as expected? I feel like such a robot tonight. I feel like a human brain implanted into a robot body, which probably means I'm going to have to read Doom Patrol soon to relish that postmodern conditition. I feel oddly inspired about things for Tedford to do. The kinds of games he plays with the other boys, and what June will say to him at some point. I like June, she's a tragic martyr character I'm writing, and I want to start adding depth to her - even though it's a first person story.