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I friends locked the last entry for bitchiness, but the problem with that is that now I can't actually go back to reply to any of the comments. So, you know. I'm reading them and not ignoring you.

This computer keeps giving me flashbacks to being here last late May/early June. I could be working on Air still! A Handful of Dust could arrive any moment!

Goals for tomorrow: library, writing, walk to grocery store, laundry.

Bed now.

ha. more boring stuff from vacation!

I have seen more news programs in the last day and a half than in all the rest of the last few months combined -- and thus heard more about the war, since I was actively avoiding it at school.

It's quite confusing. And sort of depressing.

So, dammitcarl, are you one of the enemies now?

I only managed like one of my goals for today; I'll have to try for the library and laundry again tomorrow. And writing would be easier if I actually went and got my notebooks and school stuff out of the carBut I did get up to LaneCo! Which, um. Hasn't been LaneCo since the last millennium. (It's so difficult remember that sort of things; my grandparents have lived in the same house since before I was born. Many of my blurry pre-elementary memories are at this house, since we were here constantly then -- but then I've only been a dozen, dozen and a half times in the last thirteen years.)

I think I shall go scourge for dinner and reread Connie Willis"s Impossible Things. I was reading one of her stories yesterday, actually, and I think she might be one of those writers (along with Neil Gaiman, other people I can't remember at the moment) whose style -- like at the sentence or paragraph level, not the story, really -- has influenced me a great deal. There's this wonderful page or two out of Spice Pogrom that I'll type up eventually that I can see and be like, "Ah. Maybe that's what my subconscious is trying to do."


Man, I'm tired. This is what I get for staying up and trying to talk to people for a few minutes. As nice as it was to say hi to seperis, I don't think I'll try that again.