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My Favorite Clichés:

1) Snape returning, broken and weary, from the Death Eaters Have Some Cruciatus With Your After Dinner Drink Meeting. I love it, love it, love it. I've read the good, the bad, and the horrible, and it still satisfies somehow.

2)

I've been completely sidetracked. Jean Claude Van Damme has just deflected a tazer gun discharge with a trash can lid, rebounding it to two cops and knocking them out.

I had a very long day yesterday. I'm still trying to recover.

I got up at 4am, left at 5:30 after a bowl of cereal, and then drove seven and a half hours to Illinois, had a disappointing time, drove another hour and fifteen minutes, had another disappointing time, ate a horrible, horrible grilled chicken sandwich at Wendy's that I regret utterly, then drove seven hours home, unloaded, and got into bed at 1am, then up at 7am to go to my day job.

Nothing like a twenty-one hour long day (most of it behind the wheel) to make you forget how to use words in a coherent manner.

Today I ended up staying awake only through the miracle of having discovered how absolutely awesome P J Harvey is. Uh Huh Her is awesome.

Afterwards I went to see a friend and had dinner at a Thai restaurant. Then back home to load up again for tomorrow. Thank goodness I have a little time to catch up with computer stuff tomorrow night.

Two more items shipped, and two more items sold on eBay! Oh, the happy. They only went for $1, but they are out of my house forever, and that is a good thing.

I am going to bed in another ten minutes.

The default lion icon sometimes makes me grateful because I can immediately spot my comments. Then other times I think, everyone must be thoroughly sick of it. I haven't been switching it much recently.

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Lots of musing on plot (though too many h/c lying-in-bed scenarios can make me really sleepy, ironically enough), my walkman (I always hope the cops don't notice the giant silver headphones), and, as an absolute last resort, the evil vile Pepsi solution.

Okay, now I'm *really* going to bed.

You can tell how tired I am...I was too tired to use italics and had to resort to the old-fashioned asterisks...