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We watched about 10 hours of QaF last night and today. My brain is mushy. More than I realized. I adore Brian. Adore. And _not_ because he's an asshole That shit is funny, but it's not why the character (and the performance) compells me. I'll try to write cogently about it tomorrow. I came home and tried to do things, and have given it up for a largely lost cause, although there was some productivity.

I nabbed an audition I really wanted, have a casting tomorrow, got a bit of writing done (Descensus and otherwise) and some work. So yay.

I have new BPAL, measurements for a certain coat, and some Georgette Heyer on loan -- which is to say, whatever dignity I ever had, problem will soon be no more.

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