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Allergies or a cold or something. I feel awful (menstruation isn't helping) and have a long day of work ahead of me.

We saw Cirque du Soleil's Kooza last night. So fucking cool. I'd never been before and was seriously, seriously taken with it. Biggest surprise for me was how much I enjoyed the clowning, as that's not usually my sort of thing. Loved the tricks, loved the sets, loved the costumes, surprisingly loved the narrative and was really enchanted with how dark the show was (despite the fact that it was the least dark when they were clearly all running around in the underworld). Smart, smart stuff and really surprisingly sexy -- and I don't just mean the contortionists; there was a lot of charisma on that stage.

Oh, dates for Amma in NYC have been announced. Yes, I will probably go again, even as the wtf novelty of the thing has sort of worn off. It's not just this thing I do, and hey, why not?

After I finish all my damn work today, hopefully I can get the next chunk of Enough to Go By back to Kali. I am the evil slow writer right now. I also have a short Jack/Ianto fic that needs finishing and a 19th Centry, Jack in America fic I need to write. I've got some other half done fic on my desktop, but I don't think any of that is likely to get looked at tonight.

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The first time I went, she chanted the entirely made up name of a character I'm writing in my novel, a name which I hadn't told ANYONE yet at that point in my ear. It's not a word in a any language anyone I know has been able to figure out.

The second time, she said to me in her dialect (I asked someone there what it meant later) "my son, my daugter".

It never fails to be seriously weird business.