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[lagilman]

Rodney Dangerfield has died. RIP, Rodney. Maybe you'll get some respect now.


Today was a busy day -- ran errands this morning, had lunch with dianora2 in the City wherein we talked gossip and work-stuff, then went off to get myself shorn (eeep! Hair! Where did hair go?), then spent some time in a Starbucks of Decent Writing working on a project for jaylake, then ran off to meet with arcaedia at Port Authority. Took her home, fed her dinner, gave her booze, and did the gossip-IS-work thing. It is. Really. *innocent beam* Pandora actually took quite well to arcaedia, considering she's still not sure any humans exist except as an adjunct to Her Person, and they haven't seen each other in over a year. A writer's cat always knows to suck up to the agent.

In other news, had to take the plants in off the balcony tonight because we're supposed to get a frost tonight. Pandora has decided she's going to sleep under the covers tonight. Yep, it's Autumn. Happy suri.

And I just got an e-mail from Levengers. Instead of just sending me the replacement part I asked for, they're sending me an entire new desk. This is nice.. .except that means I have to pack up the old one and arrange for pickup to send back. Really didn't want to do that. Ah well.

Tomorrow is being given over entirely to writing, writing, and nothing but writing. That's the plan, anyway. Hopefully that noise I hear in the distance is not the Universe snickering,

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[dianora2.livejournal.com]

Did you go to that Biguine place? Is it a decent haircut?

[lagilman]

I did, and I think it is -- we'll have to see in a week, whcih is how long it usually takes me to decide. The length's not really that short (it's just hitting my collarbone), it's just that my hair had gotten pretty long, without me noticing it...

[lagilman]

Yes, that was the universe snickering. damn.