It has begun!

The TV is unplugged and banished to the space under a worktable in the vacant master bedroom. (I'm in a weird living sitch at the mo'.) In its place is my lapdesk with a printout of my editor's notes. The King's Speech arrived from Netflix last night and it remains unwatched. I went to bed drunk and preoccupied after 11:30, woke up around 4:30 and didn't get back to sleep until after 6, when I was supposed to wake up at 7. As a result of this alcohol-related sleep deprivation, I spent much of the subway ride to work feeling queasy. Today is going to involve a lot of coffee, as in, possibly more than usual.

That's right, everyone; I've got some revising to do!