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Wow. That’s a while. Not my top record of length between entries by any means, but still fairly impressive nevertheless.

Oh Lord, tell me what I've done/Please don't leave me here all alone/Where are my friends?/My friends are gone...
At any rate: In case you’ve been wondering (which I doubt you have), my world has recently shrunk to a pin-prick through which I observe an ever-tightening circle of repetitive behaviours. Chief on the piled-high plate right now is getting done with this particular semester at the TFS, which should hopefully be over by this Friday; after that comes WHC, and whatever it turns out to entail. In the middle is my tax appointment, next Saturday, which means I’m going to spend at least part of this evening putting paper in piles. Though today brought an always-welcome visit from

agincourtgirl, she’s stil recuperating, which means she won’t be up to spotting us for a fun night out until the end of the week; Mom is still in Mexico, which means she won’t be spotting us either (at least not until WHC, which starts the day she returns).

And Cal? Is crazy crazy crazy, these days. He can climb up on the coffee table and fuck with the stereo, and does, ALL THE TIME; ditto for winding back the VCR, jumping on the couch, etc. If you don’t immediately hear his making noise, he’s always in the kitchen, rummaging through the Drawer of Death. This morning he tried to swallow Bill (from Kill Bill)’s little action figure-sized bamboo flute. He’s has a streaming, snotty cold since Thursday, and when he’s awake he’s in constant motion, messing with everything that crosses his path. And he still won’t fucking ASK for things when he wants them, like any random human being. It’s like I’m a pirate with a steering wheel in my crotch, ‘cause he’s definitely driving me nuts.

Teetering on the horizon, meanwhile, are the next round of trivia questions (almost 800 of them, but I’ll probably have ‘til August to make my quota) and the sooper seekrit project, which all the people I know who I’ve asked to be in on it already know all about. I don’t want to get into it publicly ‘til we have incoporation papers and/or contracts on the table, but potentially, it’s pretty exciting. It’s also, naturally, a fuck of a lot of work and is eating up time I just don’t have…time which might be more profitably spent outlining Speed of Pain and Nobody so I can pitch them at WHC, for example. Amongst many other things.

And I need a haircut, and an eyebrow/moustache wac, and a massage, and a pony. But instead, I close with that one meme that time—my LJ username, in music:

Haunted, Poe
Amergin’s Invocation, Lisa Gerrard and Pieter Bourke
Nothing Man, Bruce Springsteen
Dead Man’s Party, Oingo Boingo
Fourteen Black Paintings, Peter Gabriel
Upon this Rock, Jocelyn Pook
Long Snake Moan, PJ Harvey
One Monkey, Gillian Welch
Floorshow, Sisters of Mercy
Didn’t Leave Nobody But the Baby, O Brother Where Art Thou? Soundtrack
Until it Sleeps, Apocalyptica
Stirb Nicht Vor Mir, Rammstein
Troy, Sinead O’Connor