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Crashed out soon after I got home. Took a two-hour nap after attempting to call my best friend (who was either not in or not answering the phone).

Tonight is laundry and hair dye.

I like coloring my hair blue. It should pass at work well, in part because any blue pigment left on my hands will be thought to be because of the pens. It never fails that when I am writing, and not paying careful attention to what I am doing and keeping myself clean, that I will get pigment all over me. (pyrogenic can probably testify to this from CTY, where I had all sorts of pens and was usually rainbow-ish about the hands.)

Tomorrow, my roommates should wrap the birthday gifts for the Little Fayoumis. He's almost eight...
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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