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Feeling kind of woggly; head not clear enough to get much writing done this morning...I think perhaps too full of the world, which, ugh.

So I walked to work in the nice warm/cool and wet weather, but instead of head clearing, I am sticky from the humidity. wah. Is okay, though. An R.E.M. song that I like just came on the radio and no one is here, so I feel free to leave way early, after I get a few things done. Either to meet Chad for food, if he's up for it, and then get him caught up on the Buffy eps, or straight home to attempt the writing again and have some of the avgelemono soup I made last night. So, a plan and a contingency plan. Is good.

And tonight another art opening with Phyllis, this oneat a space where there's a room she and I and another artist friend of hers are going to get to make into some kind of otherwhere art space (a la my boxes, only life-size) in the fall. And then Farscape (and a full tape for A&K, to be popped in the mail pronto).

Tomorrow the rally. sigh. The world. Specifically the freaking suckola government of this, my country. blah. gah. wah.