Finished another story tonight. I felt like getting up and running laps around the house while screaming at the top of my lungs. But my roommate was asleep, so I didn't. Tomorrow night, I start the third in this string, whatever it turns out to be. I've had no trouble recently knocking off a few hundred words a night...quite possibly because I haven't been noding nearly as much.

This morning I took the bus to my new job for the first time. I had a copy of Vineland by Thomas Pynchon that I was going to return to the library after work. But the first building I saw upon getting off the bus was the Highlandtown branch of the library, so Vineland ended up in the slot in their door.