Patty and I are doing a date night tonight. This is good. Even if (especially if) it's going to culminate in us fixing our squeaking bed. (Although I've just had the grim thought of "shit, do we even have the tools for that?")
Washington Post Next Great Pundit thing submitted. Now I work. So I can be at dinner on-time and not need to do any work at home tonight.
Did I really just have to read an article about how jet "thrust is raw capitalism felt in your bones?" Sometimes I hate my job. But mostly, I just hate reading Forbes.
Torchwood fandom: is it just me or, on a collective basis (I love all of you and do keep discovering some great new authors here and there), are fic titles getting better while stories are getting worse?
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