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June 18
Happy Tuesday, all.
I slept well enough last night, once I got to sleep -- I tried to go to bed around midnight, but had insomnia, and wound up getting out of bed for a while... finally got to sleep around 2:30 a.m. Not pleasant, all the being-uselessly-awake. I was exhausted, but couldn't seem to shut down my non-essential functions... I think caffeine is beginning to affect me. Ah, the horrors of getting older...
Work was mostly slow, except for a burst of workfulness at the end, so that I couldn't leave until 5:30. I went to the sandwich shop after work and brought home dinner for Heather and I -- mmm. We watched the last episode on our new Buffy DVD, and snuggled for a while, and then I convinced Heather (who wrote a beautiful journal entry tonight; go read it, when you're done here) to go out to a coffee shop with me (writing Rangergirl, which is set largely at a big sprawling café based (more loosely than you might think) on Pergolesi makes me want to go to coffee shops more often). We went to Gaylord's. Gaylord's has good drinks, but the atmosphere sucks -- it's hot, too bright, loud, uncomfortable, but I had a nice time anyway. Heather wrote quite a bit, and I read more of The Mount. Then we returned home, and I came upstairs to work a bit, writing about a thousand words on Rangergirl, which is going well, if you're wondering.
I finally had a chance to read "Undone" by Jim Kelly, and man, it's good... he, along with Charles Stross and sometimes Michael Swanwick, are mostly all that keeps me reading science fiction (I mean real SF; I joyfully read lots of fantasy) at all.
I'm looking forward to seeing Minority Report; the reviews I've read make it sound worth seeing, like more than your typical summer fare. We'll see, I suppose...
I have a sore throat, and Holly was seriously sick yesterday, and Heather's starting to feel bad... this is not good. It's far too soon since the last time I've been sick to get sick again. So I'm drinking tea, but damn, it's hard to swallow anything.
I'm not feeling very rambly tonight, so this is all, I guess.
Words written since February 1, 2002: 92,330
Words written since last entry: 1,000
Tell me if you've heard of or seen the following cartoons, which haunt my memories (and my spelling may be wrong): Gilligan's Planet. The Monchichis. Pandamonium. Were they real? Am I mad? My web browser keeps crashing, so I can't go to google and find out!
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