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I'm tired. I need to start sleeping with the sleep mask again.

Meanwhile, Patty and I have achieved much scheduling. We know when her parents will be here, when we're dining with friends of hers, and, shortly, when we're seeing my parents. And where we're going for dinner the night before she heads out to Cardiff.

Last night Cricket got accidently smushed a bit by the bathroom door. Not only was she hissy and upset, but afterwards, she was scared of the door and eyed it nervously whenever Patty and I went to use the bathroom. We had to show her it was safe at great length. She was trembling and really scared of it. Cute silly cat.

Patty also took adorable videos of both cats, but I'm having trouble with remembering my YouTube password or how to work editing software so you'll just have to wait.

Had amazing mercury retrogradeness with the Paley Center yesterday. All now resolved satisfactorily but man, it was 120-seconds of aggravation I did not need.

Must drop a large number of checks in the mail today, including payments for all medical stuff related to my kidney stone (thank god for insurance), money re: Dragon*Con accommodations, and my class reunion ticket. I write it down here so I can remember it.

Pitch I said I was going to write last night? Yeah, didn't quite happen. Today's a long work today too, but I'll get to it soon. Same with reading my retconbook rewrite. Argh!

Because White Collar is on hiatus: Follow-up on the missing Corot.

YIELD TO CRAB.

The Times comments on the changing tone of readers' comments in response to 9/11 coverage. Xenophobia happening after 9/11: unfortunately not surprising. Xenophobia having this surge 9 years after: kinda weird to me.

Looks like Australians can breathe a sigh of relief: egregious Internet filter plans unlikely to be implemented.

Have been continuing to re-read an old RP/fic thing I was involved in. Cringe-worthy matters previously alluded to aside, I am struck by how much it reflects my anxieties about my creative worth and the public/private dichotomy, the state of queer rights issues at the time, and the sheer randomness of the stuff that can and often does come out of my mouth. Also, man, I need to file the serial numbers off that character and use him for something, because talk about commitment to detail on inner landscape.

Last night on Angel: Science fails but Spike uses force of will to be intermittently corporeal. Creepy, interesting and incoherent -- why does this show remind me of Torchwood again? Oh yeah. Heh.

Seems unlikely Patty and I will finish the show before she heads to Cardiff. So we're going to have remote viewing dates.