Back from a weekend spent in Los Angeles.

I'd like to continue that sentence, but somehow that seems to sum everything up. I had a wonderful time. I saw Earl. I now miss him terribly. Los Angeles is still a nightmare of noise and crowds and too many buildings layered on top of each other, but I'm fond of it in a strange way, as being in LA means being with Earl. I suppose I'll get used to it for the 1.5 years I will probably be living there. I hope he really gets his thesis as fast as everyone says he will.

I read Children of the Mind by Orson Scott Card over the weekend. It was good, although I found myself questioning it afterwards. Several millenia past current-day earth and technology hasn't advanced to the point that humans are vastly different from what they are now? Nope, sorry. I don't buy that.

I'm currently reading Reclamation by Sarah Zettel. Wild and wacky ride with small amounts of aliens (snaky things with complicated families) and scary more-or-less humans (Rhudolant Vitae, who have pretty much determined the proper hierarchy of the universe -- they're on top, everyone else isn't). About 150 pages left, so I ought to be done with it by tomorrow.

Czr has found me two (two!) Vampire LaRPs in Palo Alto. Now I just have to do something with this information. I seem to be very inert lately; I'm not sure if it's the lack of job excitement or what. At least I managed to get up at 7:30 this morning, which is insanely early for me. I'm hoping I can manage to start getting up at 7, which would allow me to practise fiddle or read or whatever prior to going to work.

I would like to mention, in passing, that I have a fabulous sex life. People who are only casually acquainted with Earl (which seems to include a large number of our friends, since Earl is an extremely self-contained person in most cases) might find this surprising. I know that _I_ find it surprising... he looks like such a _nice_ guy.

I'm terribly embarassed by that paragraph, but I told Earl in a moment of weakness that I was tempted to say that in my diary -- and now I have to go ahead and do it based on sheer stubbornness. I suppose if I was truly comfortable with my sexuality yada yada I'd not be embarassed, but I can't help blushing. So I'll quit writing now.