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No shit, Tempus Fugit!
So tired . . . 
15th-Jun-2005 01:58 am
It's 2:00 a.m., and I need to be at work by 7:30 tomorrow, so that leaves about four hours for sleep, if that much. I took a nap tonight but had awful, strange nightmares. Mom was alive but imprisoned for car theft. Dad, too, was alive and living with us. There had been a tsunami warning on the coast, and I was watching the Astoria Bridge destroyed by water.

Some of this, I believe, was true. I was sleeping through the news, and tonight an earthquake off the coast led to some evacuations of local towns. I was groggy when I finally forced myself awake.

The past two days have been exhausting. Hard to concentrate on re-building the line of march for our one-hour syndicated version of the parade after living through the nightmare of Saturday morning. Funny how life just goes on, despite what seem like earth-shaking events. I guess it's comforting.

We've had seven or eight offerings for our Colin Birthday Challenge, which ends tomorrow. Not bad. A little drama going on at the Alexander slash list, but nothing that bad.

Is it really going to be another ten days before I get a day off?


Went to Tower Records at midnight last night and got 'Never Gone.' I've listened to about half of it so far, and I'm really enjoying it. Nick's voice is amazing. I hope they have good first-week sales . . .

I finished "Untitled" tonight. I think it's fine just the way it is, a ficlet about Brian Gamble dying. Bring on the dark fic! Great coping mechanism right now.

Time to sleep . . .
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