There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio ...

And especially underwater.

Found on CNN, this story about a newly discovered species of giant jellyfish.

bookkeeping

DL(2) Ch. 4: 185 words

Which brings the total for yesterday to: 1,735 words

Verdict: I love this part. I keep reminding myself it's not going to last, that sooner or later I'm going to hit another slump, but my god am I loving it while I have the chance.

Comments: Carpals, metacarpals and phalanges still crabby and annoyed. Had to turn the computer OFF last night to make myself quit--and then went and watched Firefly with Mirrorthaw and HL, so that my right hand would get a chance to rest, too. (Also other reasons. *heart*Serenity*heart*) Am going to have to find other things to do today, as well, or I'm going to seriously fuck myself up. (And how can you tell it's serious, gentlebeings? That's right: Truepenny split an infinitive in the middle of a vulgarity.) I have another HHC post in the queue, but I think that's going to have to wait, too. *sigh* Sorry about that.

Shutting up now.

This is Elise's fault.

From Rob's Amazing Poem Generator, using http://www.livejournal.com/users/truepenny. Because I am a sheep.

This:

Mole Delving: Hidden Things, needing names, but
mine
own. risk. The Five Red Herrings.
If I need to
be
effulgent. Sunday, May
8th, 2003 Subject:DLS: post
by the
Bellona Club 1, Have
another rejection letters, so I
have His
Carcase 1931.

And this:

Mole Delving: Hidden Things,
needing names,
butmineown. risk. The Abominable
History of myself. And gently glum and
stopping because ... ? that Shutting
up And pandemic , for
Truepenny.

bookkeeping

DL(2) Ch. 4: 954 words

Verdict: Still doing all right.

And you're stopping because ... ? Still wonky in the carpals. Trying v. hard to be sensible.

Comments: I hate writing fight scenes and I suck at them. So, of course, I've just written myself into a knife fight. Way to go, Truepenny.