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Finished MIRACLEMAN OMNIBUS: Postscript might land tomorrow.

State of perpetual weariness today, quite possibly (though I'm fairly certain of the real reason - end of an era, et al) from laughing at the joke I like o tell myself that I can, after being awake since 0430, keep enough of my wits about me to do another block of useful work 14 hours later: excepting this dashed-off screed, not happening. That being said, moving to Spring /Summer working hours (read: mornings only): standard difficulty at +/-1300 from not working and the asshole in my brain using that as an in to tell me everything I'm doing is pointless. Heard this record countless times before; thankfully, its pull is much reduced. Yay pills.

My fingers hurt from Technic assembly.

Macro105 tomorrow morning.

'Night.

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Realized, as I was fucking about not getting anywhere in block two (or either of today's blocks, really – I was too excited, first at its impending arrival, then upon its actual arrival), that, being surrounded as I am now by action figures in my Paintshop, benign midlife crisis tributes to formative years spent concocting multiple crossover adventures and other assorted tactile fanfiction shenaigans, it's practical malpractice that I haven't attempted a narrative serialized adventure in more than a decade (and the one I did I pulled because I liked it too much and wanted to do something else with it: haven't – yet): this is, however, my standard operating procedure. Will think on it (too much) more and (probably) discuss in Sunday's newsletter.

I remain transfixed. See you tomorrow.