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Work is stressful and my only foreseeable day without work of some kind in the next two weeks is Thanksgiving. Because I am secretly Hermione Granger, I'm taking way too much of the whole thing on my head, at least emotionally. I must be perfect and responsible for everything, but instead I feel like the stupid donkey in Animal Farm. "I. Will. Work. Harder!" Fuck. I actually just said to myself if I work an extra 70 hours in the next two weeks I can pay SAG. How horrifying. Of course, I busted my ass this time last year too because of Australia, so maybe it won't be so bad. It's all teh same thing really. At least I have goblin music.

Boxes boxes everywhere. I need to, among other things, do some strategic closet unpacking and repacking.

My cold is better, but the number one thing I hate about being sick is that I get restless legs really bad and can't sleep. I must have spent four hours last night moving around the bed aimlessly. Considering what time I may have to get up for the Taymor project tomorrow, I hope this part improves tonight.

Hey, it's really cold out. I'm not so keen on this.

Time to start making Kali her very own Slytherin scarf. Once I start it's speedy, but I'm crap at casting on and I just dread the beginning of anything crafty it seems -- cutting fabric, casting on.

Speaking of Kali and conniving interests, we won't catch the Rome finale until Tuesday.

My dreams continue to be weird and vivid. I've put up in my room for the first time the dreamcatcher