rm | sundries

I cannot believe I used to do shit like this all the time -- of course, that was going out dancing, not working through the night. But seriously, I just got up, I'm discombobulated, I have a bazillion things to do and tonight I have to do it all again. That said, I just reserved my room for ISMAC, so it's all good and worth it one supposes. Last night, in the office, waiting for articles to print out, I practiced footwork in the office. Mostly though, I was just cold -- the window was open, and stuck that way.

In other news, I have amazing amounts of dance stuff coming up in February, with EAS Regency and Rennaisance classes, the barn dance, and the two dances I am going to in Boston.

I have to write two Gather articles this weekend, and do laundry and get groceries, which is not, like it is for other people, a local errand. Then I also have to get the first piece finished for my new column (and send them the last of some contract stuff), which really is very exciting to me. I should probably buy my Lunacon registration too, since I've told all sorts of disparate people that I am, in fact, going as an intermittant daytripper.

I did not start novel in 90 when I said I would, but will in this coming, quieter week.

Do you know what I miss? Brunch. I've not gone to brunch with someone in ages.

Have to go into the Grant Wilfley reregistration thing this week, which is a moderate hassle, but they are the people who give me the most work, so definitely worth my time. Must update the resume (and website) first with, among other things, the fencing.