Something was bothering me. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I'm not sure whether it was the weird images that I had posted, or what.
Finally, in desperation, I went back to the computer, booted it up, and cut one third of the entry--a part about a disturbing recurring dream that I had when I was a kid, and also, a picture of Tiger where he wasn't really hidden in shadows. I'm not certain why, but this seemed to make a difference.
Tiger loved taking the pictures, especially the weird negatives. He said it looked as though he had super powers. Then he showed me the rock collection in his pocket--a thin blade of rock that looked like a lion's fur, he said, a possible fossil, and a flat rock that had broken in two that he felt bad for.
Anyway, didn't get until three in the morning. On the plus side, I did FINALLY start back to work on Late Night Show . Next chapter mapped out and everything.