Weather continues cool and windy, although there's more sun today. I'm wearing leggings (which are my absolute favourite sort of clothing -- give me leggings over jeans any day) and a too-big black sweater which belonged to Earl until sometime last fall. My mood has improved dramatically, although I'm not sure if that's due to the weather (I like it to be chilly outside, because then I can justify wearing warm clothing and curling up under blankets and drinking hot tea) or to spending several hours talking to Jim last night. Both have definitely helped.

I sent mail to Rachel today, trying to describe my weekend. It ended up not being a very good description; all the important things don't want to be put into words. The paragraph I managed yesterday was accurate, but definitely not evocative. There are hooks there for me -- phrasings that remind me of what I'm really trying to say -- but will someone who doesn't know me well get much out of it? Probably not. That might even be the point.

Class last night was amusing, and once again flew by quickly. My first exam is 15 October -- a take-home, due Monday. I'm going to LA that weekend, of course, and now I definitely have to fly rather than drive. Flying is expensive, and I need to be saving money for moving. What a mess.

Today has been a catch-up day. I've caught up on my tickets. I've caught up on mudding. I've caught up on Ceej's journal, which made me feel all virtuous. My journal reading lagged heavily during September. Today I unsubscribed from the crit list, and immediately became much more interested in reading. And writing. There's a definite trend here.

Tonight Jim and I are going to go to some nice cafe, where I'll do my homework and he'll stare at women. If the women are worthwhile I'll probably do some staring too. There's also a high possibility of it degenerating into conversation. Terrible, that.

I guess the key part of this weekend was having people to talk to who aren't insecure. That's pretty rare these days.

I finished Glass Houses. Good Future Noir. I want Laura J. Mixon to write more. Fortunately, she has a new book coming out sometime this year.

Elizabeth Lynn supposedly has a new book coming out next year, but I can't find anything about it on the web, nor on Usenet. Her last published work was 1984, so as far as I'm concerned a new book by her would be a major win. In the height of my Elizabeth Lynn phase (ages 15-17) I read A Different Light about once every four or five months. Nobody I've loaned it to has ever liked it as much as I have, unfortunately. Maybe I'll reread it, to see how it holds up, and if I still like it I can try loaning it again.