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I once had a teacher who was fond of using phrases like “If you can go one day without it, you can go two days without it. If you can go two days, you can go four.” and so on and with different periods, often extending the idea to the end of time. He would use these examples to prove both sides of arguments. For example, if I can go without chocolate for one week, surely I can go without it for two. And if I can go without chocolate for two weeks, surely I can go without it for a month. And if one month, why not two or twelve? And fine, Yes, I don’t NEED chocolate.

But I can probably go one day without water. And I might be able to go two. But I don’t think I’d make it to four. And a week would probably kill me.

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The first pass at editing Book Two is … basically done. I may get some more feedback from Pat this weekend, and I may find some of it useful (there’s a strong possibility that I’ve already changed much of what she is going to suggest needs changing, as we discovered last night) and integrate it in the Pre-Release Edition of the book. Though at this point in the layout process, that’s annoying. But not impossible.

Heck, now that I think about it, I probably have half a dozen little things to change about Book One before I update its cover and contents this weekend.

Sigh.

It’s going to be a long weekend.

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incommunicado (in-kuh-myoo-ni-KA-do) adjective, adverb

Out of contact, either voluntarily or deprived of the right to
communicate with anyone; in solitary confinement.

(from Wordsmith, A.Word.A.Day)

Did I mention that due to talking so much on the phone at the wrong hours, I have an exciting $117 in overages charges on the most recent bill? Yeah.

And I’m glad to pay it.

But in discussing it with my father (who gets the bill, since it’s on a “family share plan”), I mentioned that I’d pay even more if I could just get recordings of those nearly 700 minutes of phone conversations I had in that billing period. Alas, such a service is not yet available. Going back over my conversations to see what words actually came out of my mouth sure would be handy for me. I’m sure everything I said was true, but … I’m also pretty sure much of it was insightful into things I haven’t realised the full details of yet.

Then again, if these recordings existed they could be sound-bite-sized down and used against me. For example, more than once in that persiod I said things like “…but what about all the GOOD things Hitler did?”

United BLood Services called me last night to harrass me about giving blood, so I scheduled an apointment for this morning. I actually managed to get up and out of bed (after staying up too late again last night) and out the door and to the place within 3 minutes of my appointed time. And was out the door again in about ten minutes – my heart still beats too fast. Duh.

I told the guy on the phone it beats too fast. I told the receptionist, and I told the … doctor? Whatever, the woman who was going to interview me and take my blood. So she checked my “vitals” first instead of going through the 20-30 minute interview first like they normally do. I had been very careful not to get my heart rate up as I drove there or climbed the stairs (which meant climbing the stairs very slowly) and had been concentrating on my “heart breath” as learned from the Wild Divine biometric software, and while the machine took my “vitals” the nurse manually took my pulse as well. She agreed with the machine that it was a little too fast (the machine said 103bpm), but that it was VERY regular, very steady. Which I guess is why I’m so good at the heart breath exercises; the heart breath is supposed to help you get your heart to beat with more regularity, and mine already does. I just … regularly beats way too fast.

…but … “I must be fine, ’cause my heart’s still beating.”

Maybe I should have gone in there last week. They’d have told me I was dead.

Off to work.