So, I squandered most of the night in front of the television. It's unlikely I'd have accomplished much had I not done so, in any case. I'd have ended up dealing with Sluggo, cursing his instability, and by now I'd be in a foul mood, rather than pleasantly bemused. I should waste time more often. I also went out and walked about in the dark for a bit, after four o'clock, but I don't consider that wasting time. A breeze has come up, and the briskness of the night air is most refreshing. In a few weeks, the clocks will be set back and I will no longer have this extra hour of darkness, so I'll enjoy it while I may.
phlagm appears to have gone away, but thus far his journal, with its unique and amusing design, happily remains undeleted. Some content also remains on his Googley friends page (with a Penis.)