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It's 97° Fahrenheit outside and 90° inside. It was 81° throughout the night all because of the five or six R2D2 sized noisy machines in the kitchen aimed at the ceiling in an effort to dry the stucco and insulation and what-not before it's to be demolished. Sleeping and drawing in this is difficult. This is Stray Dog weather.

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I'm clumsy in a way to-day that tells me I have a hangover but all I had last night was a glass of Armagnac. Maybe it was the less than eight hours sleep, though I've functioned much better on the same amount in the past. Whatever the case, I spilled half my oatmeal this morning, accidentally ground two pots worth of coffee beans, and played really ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt I was visiting greygirlbeast and humglum. They lived in a vast underground compound in my dream. It was dimly lit with various crates and cabinets filled with papers and scientific equipment. greygirlbeast went to take a bath in a room adjoining one where she kept two cadavers, an old man and a woman. While she was away, I for some reason felt I ought to move a ( Read more... )

Halfway through March and I've already reached the point where my ceiling fan needs to run on high 24/7.

I'm six episodes through season two of Clone Wars and the show is impressing me more and more, despite this season featuring an annoying main villain, a bounty hunter named Cad Bane who's able to outmanoeuvre jedi just a little too easily. But ( Read more... )

I guess it was announced at some point on Tuesday that the class was to have read all of Book 1 of Hard Times by to-day. Everyone seemed to know but me--I'd only read the first five chapters. Which was unfortunate because there was a quiz. But there was only two out of the about eight or so I didn't know the answers to--"What is produced in ( Read more... )

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