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Keep warm, my dear ... keep dry!

Read and finished: Death Note 3.
Failed at: hanging out with People Outside the Apartment, plasma.
Started: Death Note 4, laundry

Discovered the exact date of my "wedding" when going through old random stuff. This pretty much guarantees that the notebook in question will never be completely chucked, though I might take scans and do LJ backdated stuff. Rather crucial, some of that.

I am plotting to create a batch of Perpetual Hair Goop, which may involve assorted instances of hair gel consolidation. For the record, "Stiff It!" in the purple 4000 hold formulation smells like the days at UAF, and makes some small part of me yearn for hair short enough to be spiked again. But I do love my long hair, so that's not happening now... My current hairgel was what happened when I dumped green glitter I knew I'd never use into blue-green gel I knew I'd never use, and topped that off with glycerin when it was getting low. The results were surprisingly fun, and I use it more regularly than I would use other stuff! Now I have dumped some of the Stiff It into the mix, as well as multicolored glitter. The gel will keep evolving as I cut down on the number of random cosmetics I have lying around.

Laundry is done. Hooray laundry! I've been off and on the computer all evening because of laundry and reading and random little bits of cleaning. I'm to be waking up early-early to take the redhead into work. It works out all right for both of us when I do that, because it's not a dreadful inconvenience to me on my days off, it's far less expensive for the household (one gallon of gasoline at my car's mileage vs. a Super Shuttle ride -- not cheaper than the bus at these gas prices) and it makes everyone happy.

Allegra is acting up. Might just be that it's an old installation of '98. Mentioned the machine's history to Shawn, who I was able to totally geek out to about the topic. He's fanboy enough to Totally Get It, though he might not share my enthusiasm for the author in question.

My text message posts to LJ lately have not been working. Post by e-mail has been working, and text message to my own e-mail, so there is something b0rked somewhere, and it's possibly not on my end.

It's a nice, quiet, peaceful evening at home. Darkside will be busy tomorrow. I have that pink candle lit; I've been doing some more candles lately. This one is just sex-in-general, and since my sex life is limited to me, myself, I, fanfic, and other non-interactive online pursuits, things have been going quite well in those hours of non-overlap of schedule. I've never before really been able to keep it solely in my own pants. This should be interesting, if nothing else. Bond's been quiet. Peaceful. There's little actual need of it going way active, though I'm still not to be taking off my medallion.
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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