Night Notes

November 12, nonsensical anti-meridian time. I woke up with a most unpleasant crick in my neck after trying to get to bed early. I then checked my email in defiance of what I normally permit myself to do while in bed and found that I missed the sci-fi readers meet yesterday. Crap. Also the internet informs me that life is full of misery, death, and Joss Whedon is being an idiot (again). So now I am going to try to go back to sleep. I am so pleased.