Sorry, ducks, I'm wimping out on you again.

Did the show last night, it went well, Tracing was there and she liked it, I came home and instead of writing or starting or even outlining this entry, I did something else.

Did I add people to Open Pages (if you are languishing in the queue, I really am dreadfully sorry and I'll get to you soon!), or write my crits that I am behind on, or even glance at my hideously out-of-date Randy Newman page?

Nope? I suddenly decided that I couldn't stand my bio for one second longer, so I spent three hours redesigning it and collapsed into bed after 2a.

So, no time for a proper entry, but hey, check out the bio! It explains my living situation and who everybody is, in case you ever were at sea about it.

Remember, if you want a Christmas card, let me know! Time's running out...

Today's horoscope:
Reach for the heights. You can fly high in love today, just don't be so foolhardy you risk crashing to the ground.

One year ago today:
"Joe DiMaggio ten minutes closer to death, as are we all!"

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