So yesterday morning at 8a, Gateway called and said that they couldn't get my files off of the hard drive of Mom's computer, that they would have to send it to Glendale and have them do it there, but still that left me with the fear that they would charge to replace the hard drive if they noticed that the repair warranty really has no business covering said replacement, so I said okay, just give us a new hard drive.

So something that I half-wrote is gone forever. Gone, I say! On the other hand, we'll get this computer back early next week.

Then I went to Glendale to check on my computer, and the guy (not my guy, but neither was he a moron like the other guy I had talked to that one time) said that my computer had been shipped! That very day! And I'll get it by Monday! But maybe it'll be there by Friday!! So I will be going from no computers to all the computers in one fell swoop.

So no more going to the library every day for me. Though I'll probably still go plenty, I just won't have to go.

Last night we went to a thing at the TV Academy about Without a Trace, one of my favourite shows. The entire cast was there, and they were all talking about the show and it was...honestly so boring that I was glad to have downloaded Yahtzee the other day on my phone. The cast was very sweet and very nice and everything, but they really didn't have any interesting stories to tell. And none of them see to be very good raconteurs, like Victor Garber and Ron Rifkin apparently were for the one they had on Alias last year.

And the moderator was okay, but honestly, how interesting can the answer be for a question like, "How did you get this job?" "Um, well, I auditioned for it several times, then I was cast," is about the best anyone could do.

I kept myself entertained for awhile by listening for Anthony LaPaglia's and Poppy Montgomery's accents to slip, which Anthony's mostly did on words with "ay" sounds in them, like "gate" and "make". Poppy didn't have a giveaway sound, but there was sort of a different shape about how she talked. Marianne Jean-Baptiste spoke with a big fat London accent, thank goodness. Anyway, other than the accents, it was Yahtzee all the way.

Because I have my 10 Year Journal, I have been keeping a list of every book I read, and this month I read more books than probably I read all of last year. Probably more than the last two or three years put together, because what with all of the reading that I do on the internet and magazines, I barely read books at all anymore. But this month I read 92 books. Phew!

That was cool, that list. I think I'll do this every month, though Lord knows, most months the list would look as though I am the slowest reader in the world.

Happy new birthday, Jessie! Now you are five, five years old! Kindergarten and learning to crayon and sleeping in a big girl bed!

Today's horoscope:
You brighten a dull truth by adding a touch of color. The seed of today's rumor will grow overwhelming fruit by late next week. You still have control over whether it will be bitter or sweet.

One year ago today:
If all of the other actors onstage had taken off all of their clothes and ran around during his scenes, the audience would have all said, "What's Sam funny?"

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