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I stayed up way too late last night reading fic. I don't know where the time got to. I haven't done that in ages.

today I have to see if the laundromat is open and do laundry if it is. I also have work to do at home, before finishing up a big project I've been doing for one of my gigs. The conclusion of that will be a relief to all concerned.

My hair is hilarious today, it looks like I crimped it, because I put it up ornately yesterday while it was still wet, and when i took it down it did this. I'll have to wash it before I even do laundry if I want to have any dignity at all.

My favorite candy shop closed yesterday, without any advance notice because they lost their lease. This has happened before, but I don't know if they will reopen this time. It's a small family business that's been going for some 70-odd years and they may have well been priced out of town. this is upsetting.

My parents reminded me that the formal gardens in Central Park are in bloom, so it may be time to get costumey and inspired and head over there with any number of people.

sex&lit sundries

via iterum: Choose your own adventure porn, entitled, The Classics Professor. I know at least ten of you are now biting your hands trying not to laugh, or follow the link, or both. Ha. http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0002Z00K8/102-9075741-9123368?v=glance&n=283155

via bialogue: The Advocate bitches about the amount of bisexuality in The L Word. I don't have cable, and I rarely read The Advocate, and while we all clearly have better things to be up in arms about, this sort of shit does annoy me. http://community.livejournal.com/newyorkers/1566457.html

Meanwhile, I am almost done with the bisexual Regency novel, largely because it is promised to Kali for Tuesday. It's largely terrible, but highly readable. The straight sex is almost readable. The gay sex is truly awful. And occassionally there's a little moment or idea that's just lovely, which is just maddening. Kali asked me the other night to write a good bisexual Regency romance for her -- I'm not sure I know how, although one suspects I know more about such a thing than I realize, or perhaps would care to admit. In some ways it is what we are doing with Descensus, but in many many critical ways it is not. Anyway, maybe I shall. I should, perhaps, inquire whether she would prefer to be its (anti)hero or (anti)heroine.