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truepenny1. My dreams are becoming densely narrative again. (Not necessarily coherent, mind you, but narrative.) This is a good sign.
2. Embarrassing confession #1: I really like "All I Need Is A Miracle" (Mike + the Mechanics). Although I like it better when it's about the desperate band manager finding the billionaire's beloved mopdog (as in the video) than when it's about a guy realizing he's been an asshole.
3. Embarrassing confession #2: I was being super-organized this afternoon: paying the electric bill and getting it into the mailbox just before the mail carrier reached our house, as I was getting ready to go to the dentist. Super organized. Made of win.
And then there's that terrible sinking feeling when you look at your desk and see the check to the electric company sitting there like Patience smirking on a monument.
So I grabbed the check and dashed out of the house. Mailman had already been by. Curses! Mail truck still parked at corner. Rejoice! Intercepted mailman. Retrieved envelope. Got check in, resealed envelope with tape, carried off to dental appointment (only five minutes late and made hygienist laugh with story), and mailed on the way back.
4. J. G. Ballard died last week, Stephen Hawking is in the hospital, and Electric Velocipede could really use some in-bound cash flow.
5. Oh, and WisCon needs more panelists.
2. Embarrassing confession #1: I really like "All I Need Is A Miracle" (Mike + the Mechanics). Although I like it better when it's about the desperate band manager finding the billionaire's beloved mopdog (as in the video) than when it's about a guy realizing he's been an asshole.
3. Embarrassing confession #2: I was being super-organized this afternoon: paying the electric bill and getting it into the mailbox just before the mail carrier reached our house, as I was getting ready to go to the dentist. Super organized. Made of win.
And then there's that terrible sinking feeling when you look at your desk and see the check to the electric company sitting there like Patience smirking on a monument.
So I grabbed the check and dashed out of the house. Mailman had already been by. Curses! Mail truck still parked at corner. Rejoice! Intercepted mailman. Retrieved envelope. Got check in, resealed envelope with tape, carried off to dental appointment (only five minutes late and made hygienist laugh with story), and mailed on the way back.
4. J. G. Ballard died last week, Stephen Hawking is in the hospital, and Electric Velocipede could really use some in-bound cash flow.
5. Oh, and WisCon needs more panelists.
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Date: 2009-04-20 09:08 pm (UTC)~We readers are a selfish bunch. I'm gonna go hide.