So from about Thursday afternoon to Monday afternoon, I only got 3 to 4 hours of sleep a day, getting ready for an audit at work on Monday. My spreadsheet had some major programming errors, among other things, and I wanted to show to the inspector that (1) I had done everything humanly (and otherwise) possible to fix the piece of shit, and (2) please help. Well, he did, got a lot of it working, and I'm not going to jail for a missing $3 that the bank says we have and we say we don't. (I manage a $20-$25K fund at work, among the other things we do.) So yesterday I had a nice hot pot of tea at the cafe I've been doing all of my work at, went home, slept from 5.30 to 10.30, woke up when my friend called to say our other friend had had her baby, read till 11.30, and slept to 6.30 this morning. Felt so incredibly good.

Running today, and it looks like it's going to be a decent afternoon. Just found out that the marathon I'm running in Stowe has a 1.5 mile hill with an 18% grade. I used to run up and down the hill I lived on in Japan until I injured my ankle... that had a 20% grade, and was only 1.5 km long. Oh joy.

Anybody read The Regulators? It's one of the few King books I haven't read, and I'm about a fifth of the way into it. Pretty strange. It's almost like a collaboration between Bachman (who wrote pretty brutal crime fiction with very little supernatural element) and Stephen King, who's the other way around. Yes, I know they're the same person, but that's just how the tone of the book strikes me. Also bought another book of William Carlos Williams. Great poetry, I tell you, even if he did get a little carried away with himself when he first started writing. Then again, which of us writers don't?