Such a triumphant experience: I succeeded in sawing Xanthe’s head open last night. Yay! I’ll be putting a different body on her, but first I’m messing with her eyechips.

Her head is on my lap as I type, because I was sanding the rough sawed edges while surfing.

And I’m still feeling chipper. I mean, it’s before 8 a.m., and I’m functional!