I started a rewrite of the beginning of my novel tonight. THIS is the beginning. I got quite a bit written. I've been feeling very floaty and strange and weird for a while, but it's gotten worse the past couple of days. Last night I was visited by the negative entity. It spoke to me and inserted images into my mind of twisted, contorted faces, but strangely enough I wasn't afraid and I haven't been paranoid or anything. I've just been floaty and confused. I keep on forgetting I need to get the ezine up. I have to get it up tomorrow. Tomorrow is my last day. I was gonna do it today, but I spaced it. I can't let these writers down. I don't know. I've just been feeling things more deeply as of late, like I can feel all the emotions of the world, and I've been seeing beauty in everything.