Lo, the explanation

[petronia]

Since the last entry: seven hours sleep. Six hours spent hiking around in the Botanical Garden, snorting pollen like cocaine and sneezing it back out. Fourteen hours sleep. ('Twas la Fête de Dollard, otherwise known as Victoria Day, otherwise known as I Had Monday Off And You Didn't Nyah.) Attempted to memorise Britannica entry on viticulture, in order to write a passage about Hardin (don't ask). Ended up reading Britannica entry on Biblical exegesis as well. Decided being discipled to a prophet is a hard fate. Fiddled with SSAE fic and sent it off to !Cat, who as a very nice person currently residing on the other side of the planet will probably not do bodily damage to me for having left off at the good part. Life is reasonably all right.

...21 hours of sleep in 48 means I'm deathly awake, and I have work tomorrow. Dammit.