It all comes from writing these entries two days late, that's why I managed to forget to write about the most important thing that happened the day before yesterday!

I went to have dinner with Sara Astruc and Tracing at Sara's apartment! It was just so great, even though her insane cat kept biffing me. She would come over to be petted, I would pet her a couple of times to her seeming enjoyment, then a third time exactly the same as the first two and she would suddenly look crazed and start hitting me with her paw, claws in, so it was just "Bif! Bif bif bif bif bif!"

I didn't take it personally, as she biffed Tracing and Sara a few times, too. Sara was embarrassed, but the poor kitty had just moved across country, that would be hard on anyone.

We watched the journaller documentary that I had been supposed to be in, but the filmmakers flaked out. Sara was in it, though, and Jen Wade, and it was pretty cool. Even without me.

And they both gave me birthday presents! Tracing gave me three nailpolishes that change colours (cool!) in a little box and two soaps (one of them strangefruit scented, which led me to quote Billie Holliday), and Sara gave me great looking bath salts in a milkbottle and a cloth birthday bag that just about threw me for a loop.

These people just really know me, man.

It's not really the 7th as I write this, and seeing into the future, I am currently both sick as a dog and exhausted as a...sick person who shot a film all day. Look, you are lucky you are getting this much, I can barely see the keyboard.

Today's horoscope:
Time and energy constraints pull you between love and work. Take care of business during the day and romance in the evening.

One year ago today:
I managed to wrestle the Open Pages queue into decent shape, though, deadly macaroni-based illness or no.

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