Me, 5 am this morning: 'Oh no, I'm going to fall out of my body." Woke up with that massive virtigo rush again . The thing is it's only started quite recently - and even in my sleep I'm trying to relax and just 'go with it'. Scary fun.

I have a printer at last - this means story time at last. Drafting on screen is fine - but it doesn't really take off until you see it on the page. Suddenly all those bad-edits stand out a mile...

Art versus play versus work leads me here: some useful texts from the history of queertheory.

Roll[o].