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Slept in. Tried calling Darkside, got the voicemail. Said hi to Darkside's voicemail.

Zoomed out to the plasma place, and got there just in time for the evening rush. Did a lot of waiting. Last time's main movie was Stripes; this time I saw quite a bit of some random Jackie Chan movie. I finished up reading The Tower at Stony Wood -- for whatever reason, Patricia McKillip's books feel like they have come from 30 years ago -- the art, the style, and everything. Her writing continues to fail to leave a strong impression on my brain, story-wise. It reads like a dream, oddly enough. And I sometimes have to wrench myself out of there with a headache, with either a very short time or a very long time passing...

I made it to writing group on time, rather than early or late. We hacked out book order. It was very odd for me to compare the angry poem to That Idiot Shawn with my reverent, loving poem to Darkside, written perhaps five or six years apart. I think the happy love poem may wind up being called "Untitled Document", because it speaks about reading one's beloved. After all that work, I didn't wind up reading the new edit of "Dogfire". Next week I'm going to be sharing my cute dark little fanfic that's still in beta, see what they have to say.

easalle was there, and she gave me a lift home. We schemed -- oh, damn, and I forgot the hangers again. Fountains and so forth...

When I got home, I learned that my cellphone is not lost somewhere around the house, but is instead in the hands of person or persons unknown. *growl*

We headed to the CompUSA store on short notice and even shorter schedule (8:26, store closes at 9:00) and were out of the house in what felt like under 30 seconds, in good order. We learned that we can't exchange the part at the storefront, as they don't keep that one in stock (and therefore it makes just as much sense for me to send the thing back to the online place, because the store would have to do the same). I did get Marx a burner and some discs for it. We hit Trader Joe's right after that, and I got a pizza stone and some chocolate.

Then, home. Supper. Reading friends page, playing Mozaki Blocks.

Tomorrow: work. Going in at 2:00. Payday, yay me.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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