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Oof. Don' wanna go to work. Want to go back to bed, but, really, it's my own damn fault I stayed up too late watching Falling Skies (and getting alien dreams as a result) so, bleh. Today, catching up on all the shit I didn't do over the weekend while I was down with a head cold and something kept exploding and knocking out the power! What fun. No, seriously, that kept happening over the weekend. I still don't know what it was, although it kind of sounded like a transformer box.

... actually now what I really want to do is curl up and watch Babylon 5: Rumors, Bargains, and Lies. Because that was the fucking best Kansas City Shuffle ever.

Still no word on the results from CERN and scientists and so on about this whole breaking/exceeding the speed of light thing. Still waiting. I really, really want it to be true. I know, I know, scientific method and all that, must wait for results to be replicated and so on before we can call it probable, check all the calibrations, make sure that it's not a result of something hinky going on. Independent verification, but goddammit! I want my space ships! I want FTL drives! And I'm gonna stomp my feet and hold my breath till I get it. Inform my next of kin.

Ahem. Right. Today, catching up on all the tags and, the writing, and pretty much that's it. And hopefully there isn't much shipping to wait, no. I tell a lie. Now I remember there is indeed a lot of shipping to do. Bollocks.

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I'm not sure WHAT it's a measure of that I saw a guy in a dress on the street today and had the following dialogue with myself "Is that a...?" "Yes, it's a guy in a dress." "... That is a hideous dress." Because it was! It looked like some kind of upholstery fabric in purple and orange, and not a decent complimentary purple and orange, faded dorm carpet purple and orange. The cut was decent, low back, reasonable if kind of short skirt, but it was a seriously hideous dress. Possibly it was just a, he needed to throw on something to go to the pharmacy, which he was outside of. Anyway, that's Asheville for you. One giant dorm, full of people wandering around in their laundry day clothes.

Right. Lesson learned. Only fill the bento container 2/3 to 3/4 of the way full of yogurt. Or it will squoodge out the sides when you try to put the lid on like an android speared by a xenomorph queen. I have also learned that while Brown Cow Greek vanilla yogurt tastes like it should be trying to kill me in some obscure fashion, Oikos Greek vanilla yogurt is full of benevolence, yum, and all the protein ever. The boy may yet live to see another unescorted grocery trip.

Ooof. Though, not tonight, since tonight is grocery shopping and materials for all the soups ever. And then grabbing dinner somewhere and coming home and all the writing ever. Because I really, really need to at least finish this fucking thing, if not get it into shape, by tomorrow. Whoops. Stupid damn endless stories. Next year I may just eschew Big Bangs in favor of polishing all the ones I've written this year. Argh.