i. 12:44AM    The vomiting onto the floor and into the Mr. Chips bag in the car was induced by something. I don't know what it was, but I don't think it was regular paranoia/hypoglycemic sweats and sleep deprivation. It must have been some kind of rat poison medication/chemical.     I remember acutely feeling my world toppling when all these connections were made—that I was actually seen by everyone and all my data, exposed. Somebody brilliant—a group of masterminds, probably, did the planting of links. ii. Never noticed the framed pictures of Imelda before. Prompts: Sister texting me Mezza II 4312 iii. [Also a shower thought] Note to self: Don't function on virtual NREs/muses. You should channel God. He will enable you to make wise decisions despite your first attempts being naturally questionable. iv. Purify source by shutting out noise. Only listen to hope to be able to look at the vileness without turning to cynicism. v. Don't write yourself—easier said. Get rid of the broiler focus. --- vi. Develop your own voice? vs. reading other writers. I don't think this is important as long as I have an actual character.