Okay, so my homie/friend and fellow typewriting enthusiast has been posting this series of journals for most of October about strange paranormal stuff to get everybody in the mood Halloween, or perhaps to upstage TAPS. Anyway, there's all these incidences detailed there, and as I read them, I started to wonder why I'd never seen anything so strange. Never even felt odd, you know?

Until last week, that was. I saw what might have possibly been the most bizarre and terrifying thing in my whole existence.

Okay, so I went to bed early in the morning, probably around 0130 or something like that. I make the bed, pull the covers over myself, and pass out. Pretty tired - I think I had been playing Timesplitters or something. Next morning, I wake up, get out of bed, and pull the blankets off to make the sheet again. I mean, the sheet that I have over the mattress isn't really tucked in very tight, and every morning it's a mess. This morning, I turn the lights on, and - get this - THE SHEET IS PERFECTLY SMOOTH AND MADE OUT. 100%.

So what is this? Clearly, it's flying straight in the face of the 2^nd Law of Thermodynamics. It's never happened to me before, and I don't know what kind of circumstances would have to come together to get it to work out...

So yeah, beyond that, I sat down and finished Norwegian Wood. It was... well, not bad, but sort of average for Murakami, I thought. No crazy plot twists. Nobody who was particularly outrageous. Lots of people offing themselves. So, as far as concept goes, I enjoyed Wind-Up Bird and Hard-Boiled Wonderland much more, but it certainly wasn't bad. Reading his prose is really enjoyable for me, so I suppose that he could write a Ulysses sort of thing where absolutely fuckall happens and I'd still keep turning the pages.

Speaking of novels, my current work is pushing 45,000 words right now at about the 5/8ths mark... so maybe, allowing for a bit of slackening, some 60-75,000 words when completed? It's still in space, there's still SPACE CRIMES to be solved, but it's just longer. I couldn't exactly post it here, you see, mostly due to length and partially due to my intentions of publishing in the future, but take my word for it... it's pretty good.

So yeah, I'm gonna have to turn in the paperwork for another independent study at Northern Illinois, since the term's nearly up. Keeping on writing, though. The Olympia is still going strong, so there's no telling where I might stop.

^{As for this journal - well, it stops right here.}