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A dream I can't really remember, and maybe I'm grateful, although it seems mundane enough, things about work and money and then riding about in a sloop between slips at the seaport (ha ha). All very specific and non-dramatic, but I wake up from dreams now and I have to double and triple check that it wasn't the _awful_ dream -- motherfucker did that shit get under my skin.

Lots of auditions rolling in right now, and I could not be more glad to not have one today. I'm tired, and want some time for the internal as opposed to external brain.

It's my mother's birthday tomorrow, and as such I need to make her decorative pillows tonight. What little free time I have this weekend is probably going to be dedicated to sewing, as I've got to make a start on that dress, and I'll have that military coat in my possession and the sleeves will probably need some sort of alteration and I think I'm going to add some trim and make it fussier than I recall.

I've been keeping a datebook. Let's to stay organized and more so I can page through it and go "this is me doing the work, really."

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The quote which put me in mind of you while I read on the train Wednesday:

A certain kind of humor, as Kathy had said, was highly valued, but there was remarkably little laughter. The expected response was eye contact, a nod, the edge of a smile. Lives were destroyed here, and sometimes re-created, careers crushed, or made anew in guises surreal and unexpected.

William Gibson, Idoru