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Well, I'm near tears and exhausted from my odd starting-at-5-a.m. day. I didn't eat all day, for some reason, not feeling at all hungry (which is a rare state, indeed) and felt warm and exhausted and queasy and just sort of pale all day. But now I'm better. I have chicken salad, I have tunes, I have my work organized and ready to be tackled, and most of all, I have my Toronto contigent. Both and all of them. And so the tears which are not quite here are from relief and gratitude.

I wish you believed in life
Believed in fate
Believed you were lucky and worth the wait
'Cause life could be lovely.
Life could be so great.

serra is such a smart cookie. I can't wait to meet her. I must get myself a copy if Impro for Storytellers. I've been meaning to since Erica told me about it.

Funny Kitana should mention goblins and wizards, as my life has indeed been chock full of both.

Okay, time to write the same old English paper about Wuthering Heights. I wonder how many times I'm going to have to explain this book to the hapless professors who keep assigning it. {g}

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:15 PM | shower me with attention