Somehow the lines were funnier last night. This morning the words do not make any sense. There are War drums pounding in my head, so I must revise my script. Instead of Science Fiction, I now think I'll write a western. Perhaps I'll scrap the whole thing and start over when I can see again, double vision makes it hard to type and I would likely **** myself if I tried to use a pen. So I will drink a third cup of coffee and wait to get rid of this hangover. Then perhaps my words will finally make sense when I can again write sober.