I saw the sun come up this morning, but that was just because I hadn't gone to bed yet.

I tried to stick with the schedule most of the rest of this hemisphere uses, really I did, but things just weren't clicking. And ever since I've surrendered to my natural sleep pattern, I've been much more productive. At this rate I'll be ready to hand off a manuscript to interested parties by the end of the month, as promised.

Now, my favorite typo catch of the day:

He’s drawn an illustration of his cocktail napkin.

Yeah, I've changed that to "on". But it's more fun to imagine the other way, especially if you hang the drawing on a wall, with a little plaque next to it: "Cocktail Napkin #5 (pastel on vellum)".

Also, Courier is actually starting to grow on me. Metaphorically speaking, that is.