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12 January After a pretty tiresome day spent logging in the mail (what a crashing bore), I met up with Nik and we saw the SAG screening of You've Got Mail.
Loved it loved it loved it again.
"Lord, I'm not going to see Rush Hour, for heaven's sake!"
I mean, one has to have some standards!
Speaking of movies, man did I get ten million responses to my "Who is John Webster" query of yesterday! I get the tiniest bit behind with Diane Patterson, and I just never hear the end of it, do I? Where were you people when I wanted to see whether anyone recognized the quote "I'm not at all happy with the flash card section"? Off reading Diane, one assumes... And of course yesterday I meant that Burbage was hit on the head with a skull, not a scull! Spellcheck doesn't pick up silly mistakes like that, thanks Jan!
I have started a new vocal tic. And when I start a new vocal tic, I go from never saying it to saying it at least once an hour. And they seem to burst from my forehead fully formed like Athena. Anyway, I was driving to the airport with Mom the other day (and the reason that I was driving rather than her was because she was doing the last of my mending! Yes, I am 34 years old, why do you ask?) and there was all this traffic and I didn't know if I would make my flight, and then suddenly the traffic lightened and Mom said "Look, it's getting better! We might make it!" and I said "Shh, be quiet, you'll scare it away!" And then I said it the other three times she commented on the lack of traffic. I think I'll be saying it at every opportunity until I am physically stopped from doing so.
Erin has started a journal! I have been a fan of her writing for many a moon, though she would generally update once every six months or so, so it was hard to remain a loyal reader when nothing ever changed, practically, but she has written six whole entries in eight days! Ssh, don't scare her away! See, I told you I said that all the time now...
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