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(backdated) Things What I Must Do:

Locate satnav (check)
charge satnav (check)
evaluate clothings for laundry need I'm good
Shower tonight, not tomorrow morning.
Finish off Irish Cream (some ladies from Camp 1 handed it over to me) (7:33 PM 12/16/2009 just about check; 7:53 PM 12/16/2009 check)
Clothings for tomorrow: set out (ok, on me)
Clothings for Friday: set out

Watch Mythbusters (heh) (9:42 PM 12/16/2009 so it's a two-hour special tonight)
Call best friend (hopefully concurrent with above)
7:19 PM 12/16/2009 (Best friend called; best friend knocking off for the night early.)

(7:34 PM 12/16/2009 Looks like they don't have glass recycling boxes here. Alas. )

Find stuff on page 1 of the notebook
Send stuff to list
Find the motherfucking batteries (9:42 PM 12/16/2009 found: they were on the bed)
Camera: add new batteries, get rest of batteries somewhere convenient (11:07 PM 12/16/2009 done)

"Conference" call (9:43 PM 12/16/2009 will re-convene after Mythbusters is over) (11:07 PM 12/16/2009 will re-convene once her iPod is found)
Glue random pieces of paper in paper journal, check.


Check all drawers
Brush out hair

Tomorrow morning: pack nightgown in dirty laundry compartment
Get dressed
Brush out hair
Pack hairbrush
Put satnav in pink jacket pocket as expected
pack hand-rocks
pack blankie
grab all gear


Chicken camp
Depart from chicken camp

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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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