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Having a blissfully boring night. Despite drinking coffee (Trader Joe's Bolivian, ground up really fine and brewed strong), I will probably be going to bed pretty soon. I'm currently listening to music that I haven't listened to in a long time. It's amazing how different music sounds on headphones as opposed to speakers....I'm resisting the urge to turn it up ridiculously loud because well, that would be bad for my ears.

Borrowed a copy of High King's Tomb today from dcnblus...now on my way to fulfilling part of my plan to read some fiction this year. Alas, but I think I may have to track down my copies of Green Rider and First Rider's Call and reread them first. At the very least, First Rider's Call.

(Well, found First Rider...was sitting in a box right next to me all the time. If I can't find Green Rider, it'll be ok. I've reread that one much more recently than First Rider.)

Started knitting a nice warm wrappy-thing since it gets chilly in the office overnight lately, and I don't have much thermostat control. I have so much in the way of extra recycled silk right now that it's going to be nice, heavy, warm...and stripy of varying widths. Have I mentioned lately how much I love recycled silk?

I've decided that it's time to make the hair pink again. No more bleaching. I've got two and a half bottles of pink dye left...the shop where I had been buying it has closed down. I know where I can get the same stuff at other places, but after this, I will probably just dye it brown again and then let it grow out for good. I have decided that I do like having brown hair.

time to sleep.

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Is that the wind
On your face?
Are you sure you're alone?
Are you sure you're alone?

Feel the chill
Of an empty space
Are you sure you're alone?
Are you sure you're alone?

In the middle of the night
Is that your heart you hear?
Or a train to nowhere
It's pounding in your ear

Have you reached your breaking point?
Have you reached your breaking point, tonight?

Only when you're sleeping can you drift away
No one can hurt you
Listen to the secret of your dreams
Though you want to sleep forever
Still you must return

Hands of ice
Down your spine
Are you sure you're alone?
Are you sure you're alone?

Feel the grip
Of a clinging vine
Are you sure you're alone?
Are you sure you're alone?

In the middle of the night
Is that your voice I hear?
Or the wind that's calling
Back across the years?

Have you reached your breaking point?
Have you reached your breaking point, tonight?

Breaking Point
The Moody Blues

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The dream that I had last night repeated twice exactly as it originally happened, stopping at the same place. The first time I woke up, the second time it just faded into something different and completely unrelated. (Me walking out of my room and finding Dominic with a huge box of books, sorting out which ones to sell or keep. When I asked him why he wasn't at work, he said he bribed his supervisor with really good tickets to a Broadway show and a computer power adapter to let him leave early that day. Then I went to play a Super Mario Brothers-type video game.)

Just found out....

...that the Athanassakis translation of the Orphic hymns is going to be reprinted later this year by Johns Hopkins.

*happydance*

Every time my office takes on a non-tech account....

Dear Loud And Obnoxious Coworkers,

Look, I'm at my desk with music playing,you're at your desks in your little area...fifty feet away. That I can hear every word and nuance of your conversation as if you were sitting right next to me is a problem. Trust me, I do not want to hear the details of your latest shopping trip for underwear and how much you looooove thongs. This is a business. Act like it. If you really must discuss such things, would you be so kind as to lower your voices so that I cannot hear you halfway across the office over the music on my computer and other people's conversations? and by that, I mean shut the hell up.

Cordially,

Fuego.