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Yesterday…not exactly the productive day I was hoping for. My headache came back, with a vengeance, at 4:30 a.m. Instead of getting up at 8 a.m., I was in bed ‘til 11—and my hair appt was at noon. Everything seemed to take longer than it should. So I started to stress, and didn’t run the other errands I wanted to. I dove into some proofreading for work (I was, you see, “working at home”), which took the rest of the afternoon. We had dinner with Morgana and Brian, but afterwards, instead of going to the Shire meeting, I went back home and worked on editing, and when Ken got home after the meeting, we watched a little TV and then I fell over, very hard. Good thing the bed was there to break my fall. So no writing, either. And apparently yesterday the day was for everybody and his/her brother to e-mail me, so I have more messages to answer than usual, which I also find mildly stressful.

And, of course, there was the terrorism in London. By the time I got up, the members of the local SCA Shire had been accounted for, as had one friend’s partner. I don’t personally know any of the writers who live in London, but it was nice to see the list grow of people who’d checked in that they were okay. It wasn’t until later in the day that I remembered that a local friend was on holiday in London—and it wasn’t until this morning that we determined she was okay.

I was impressed by the power and usefulness of the Internet—and the fact that, at least on my end, there wasn’t a useless flood of e-mail. People posted to lists or in their journals, so others didn’t have to bombard anyone with e-mails (or tie up the phone lines) trying to find out what was going on. Well done, people.

Anyway. I hope to get caught up somewhat tonight. Ken’s going to the Company of Clothiers meeting because our friend Caterine, who won Pentathlon, is speaking. I can’t go because the meeting is at best an hour away, probably much more with traffic, and I won’t get home in time. So I’ll hopefully have a few hours to slog through the groaning weight of e-mail and, perhaps more importantly, get some writing done. Tomorrow is going to be a bust for that—we’ll be away from about 6 a.m. ‘til midnight, helping Meglet with her garage sale and then going to their going-away party (it’s a house-cooling party—take something away when you leave…).

In other news, Ken can fix Afalwen for less than $15. We might go shopping for the wireless keyboard and mouse, and iCurve, on Sunday (although we have other errands to run on top of, you guessed it, me having to write like a fiend). I did go out today and buy a SmartGlove because the tendonitis has flared up in my right wrist again. Phae recommended this glove and so far I’m really liking it; far more comfortable than my hard-core wrist brace. Not yet sure if I’ll get one for my left hand, too; it’s more the mouse that starts the aggravation. (Note to anyone thinking of getting a SmartGlove [or two]: Although my hand measured for a medium, I found the small more comfortable. YMMV, of course.)

Yeah, this is just a thrilling entry. Maybe I should talk about the fact that the two ongoing writing projects I have right now are at the point where I have to write another sex scene? Doesn’t talking about sex always make things more interesting?

Oh, and yesterday wasn’t all bad. My hair looks great, and the brief scalp massage I got from my fabulous gay hairdresser [TM] was glorious.

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Dammit dammit dammit. I did something stupid, and I upset a good friend. So much for trying to spread positive energy. Gods, sometimes I suck and on days like these I should not be let out of the house. I feel sick. Fuck.

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And now it’s almost 11 p.m. and I’m still not in bed and I need to get up at 6 a.m., really…really, I need more vodka.

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Currently Reading: Always a Bridegroom, Tesni Morgan; Time Management from the Inside Out, Julie Morgenstern; From a Whisper to a Scream, Charles de Lint
Lately Listened To: CSF playlist
Recently Watched: “Cold Case” rerun (eh. I gave it two tries. Not for me.)