Draft!

[desperance]

I Shaved Half Emperor Cyrrhenius, 8191 words in a very rough draft which shall be shorter, oh yes it shall - but not tonight, oh no. Tonight I shall finish this bottle of wine, because I can; and eat stupendous chilli, because I am all about the eating at the moment (query, o internets: does one eat more in the winter to build up a layer of fat against the cold, or to provide extra fuel to burn against the cold? Fat, or fuel? Or both?); and tomorrow morning I shall take it to the library and snip-snap at it with the scissors of cutting, oh yes. And then it will be shorter, and I shall go to the coast and play with friends and a clear conscience (there's a word for that, that rhetorical figure - "he said as he hastened to put out the cat, the wine, his cigar and the lamps" - but I can't remember what it is).