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I wish I could sleep all weekend. I'm supposed to go on some sort of lunchtime foliage cruise or something tomorrow with my mom and my aunt, and then to Andrew's for a horrorfest (only I wish it wasn't a FISTFA* night because I'm not really feeling up to socializing) but if I had my druthers I'd just hole up right here in my nice comfy bed and sleep for 48 hours straight.

*Monthly nerd gathering held by Uncle Tom and Andrew and their roommate Tom, attended faithfully by my company-starved pater et mater. I still haven't gotten too far with the Heinlein books that Tom lent me in July, although I did finish The Puppet Masters and two or three of the short stories. I just don't really read much lately at all. I feel guilty because I've been borrowing this guy's books for so long. I did like the story about the teenaged girl who lived on the moon and liked to fly in the low gravity with man-made wings.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 PM | shower me with attention