Daylight.

I stayed up late catching up on Torchwood, but I still have one left to see before I'm completely caught up. Still trying to decide if I like the series, but the Cyberbabe episode was pretty good.

As a result of the above, I slept in until 11:00. Now I'm kinda wishing I didn't because there is actually bits of sun breaking through the clouds today. Its done a fair bit to lighten my mood, and it wouldn't have hurt if I'd gotten up early enough to get a few extra hours of it.

Now, I need to find me some more coffee, and some breakfast.

Darkness Comes.

The clouds have rolled back in, and all is once more darkness and gloom in my office. Is just a bit of sun too much to ask for?

The Cutting-Room Floor.

Some things just aren't going to make it into this year's novel:

It was clear their blaster fire had damaged the creature, as it had left one of its slimy palps behind in a puddle of ichor. She looked on the palp in disgust, and her disgust was palpable.

I think its all for the best.